"Understood, sir." The new assistant, stepping in for the well-known Matteo, gave a compliant nod. He promptly pulled out his phone, taking notes with serious focus.

The driver had clearly erred in his judgment by being rude to Raegan.

Mitchel's stern look became even more severe. "Check if those modified wheels and taillights are legal. If not, notify the authorities."

"Yes, sir."

A cold aura seemed to emanate from Mitchel as he continued, "Delve into his life, his work, his connections, and his routine. Find anything out of order."

The assistant pondered the driver's grim luck as he added another note to his growing list. It was crucial to obey traffic rules and give way to those on foot. Neglecting these could lead to an arrest for what seems minor, all because one had the bad luck of encountering someone influential. Regret would be a bitter pill once their world was turned upside down.

Then Mitchel broke the quiet. "Get someone to bring her an umbrella."

The assistant's eyes widened. As Raegan stood drenched in the ceaseless downpour, he thought, “Only when she's already rain-soaked and cold did you decide to bring her an umbrella? Is this the timing of a true savior?"

The assistant kept these thoughts to himself, knowing better than to challenge his employer. With a swift nod, he left to carry out the task.

Mitchel was a statue in the downpour, unmoving. He didn't refuse to move. It was just that his body was frozen by a long lack of motion.

Willpower was the only thing keeping him from sinking to the ground within the rain.

With a mountain of tasks ahead and the clock ticking, Mitchel resolved to offer Raegan what he believed to be the best way forward.

Mitchel sincerely wished that Raegan would decide to move on after this ordeal.

When a stranger stopped to hand Raegan an umbrella, a feeling of comfort enveloped her. She wasn't thinking of harming herself. A good cry had been enough, but there was more at stake now. She was protecting two new lives growing inside her, a daunting task that pressed down on her.

When Raegan called for a ride, she expected the driver, but Erick appeared instead.

Erick had gone to Raegan's villa looking for her, and when he couldn't find her, he was about to ring her. But then, he overheard the driver on the phone with Raegan and decided to set off to retrieve her himself.

Seeing Raegan soaked to the bone, Erick felt a pang of pain. He removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "What's keeping you out here in the rain? And where's the driver?"

As she nestled into the car, Raegan started to warm up, her voice soft and muffled. "It's not the driver's fault. I told him to leave."

Erick looked at her, sensing something was off. “Did you come to look for him again?"

"I just... I am not reconciled... I simply can't accept it," she whispered, her voice breaking into sobs.