Moments later, Raegan opened the thermos lid, releasing a delightful aroma. In plain sight of everyone, she raised the rescued soup from the trash to her lips and took several sips.

"What are you doing?" Mitchel frowned and reached out to take the thermos away, saying firmly, “You shouldn't drink that." Who knew what germs were in the hospital's trash can?

Raegan stepped back, maintaining a cold distance, and said emphatically, "This soup is clean, and so am I. I am not garbage.”

Despite Raegan's words, she simply wouldn't jest about her health.

The thermos had a protective design at the mouth, preventing bacteria from entering immediately after it was discarded.

The tense silence was shattered by a child's voice.

"Meanie!" Janey squirmed out of Victor's grasp and dashed toward Mitchel, her small fists swinging at him. "You meanie! Why did you dispose of the soup my mommy spent hours cooking? Mommy's hand got burned because of it!"

Mitchel's countenance hardened.

Janey's anguished cries echoed in the room. "You... I don't Like you anymore! You meanie! You make my mommy cry! Mommy always cries at night."

Janey's desire to find Mitchel was to demand answers. Why didn't Mitchel keep his promise? Why did he make Raegan cry? Mitchel had vowed to bring happiness to both of them. In such a brief span, why had he caused such sorrow for her mommy?

Children, in their distress, spared no words. Every emotion poured forth.

“Despicable daddy! You've become a cruel figure, causing my mommy immense sadness. I refuse to regard you as my daddy any Longer!"

Janey yelled.

With tears streaming down her face, Janey tiptoed to strike Mitchel, but suddenly, she lost her balance and fell. Instantly, she collapsed onto the floor, wailing loudly.

Reacting swiftly, Victor scooped Janey up before Raegan could reach Janey.

From their vantage point, it appeared as though Mitchel had forcefully pushed Janey away. This instantly kindled Raegan's fury.

“What on earth do you think you're doing?" Raegan charged forward, pushing Mitchel with force. Usually a sturdy man, Mitchel staggered several steps backward.

At that intense moment, Raegan couldn't spare a thought for such nuances.

Tears welled in her eyes as Raegan enunciated each word with clarity, “Mitchel, I was blind. I misjudged you."

Moments ago, Mitchel's cold demeanor and the callous act of discarding the thermos had been humiliating, yet Raegan had managed to hold back her tears. But now, she couldn't contain them any longer. Why did Janey have to endure such treatment?