Yet, contemplating it was one thing while executing it was another.

The anguish in his heart surpassed what he could endure. Those he longed to hold close for eternity, he now had to push away...

Mitchel clenched and then relaxed his fists, his voice reverting to its hollow indifference. "Did Henley depart?"

“He did. He stood at the corner, observing everything. I'm unsure if he'll trail Mrs. Dixon..." Matteo replied.

Mitchel cut him off abruptly, his tone icy with command. “Don't call her like that again."

Matteo, accustomed to addressing Raegan as Mrs. Dixon, momentarily slipped. "Apologies, Mr. Dixon. I meant Miss Foster."

Mitchel's gaze faltered. At this juncture, Henley likely wouldn't dare to make any moves. With Victor around Raegan, Henley couldn't exploit any opportunities.

Matteo reported, "Mr. Henley Dixon attempted to bribe the nurse at the station for information regarding your mother's condition, but fortunately, we had taken precautions."

In the hospital bed lay a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to Luciana.

The real Luciana, however, remained unconscious, having been transferred overseas early on, still dependent on a ventilator in the Icu.

The assertion that Luciana had awakened was primarily a ploy to unsettle Alexis.

Matteo continued, “Additionally, Beuford's murder has been confirmed. His body was discovered in a reservoir 800 kilometers away."

Mitchel's expression hardened, his Lips forming a tight line. “Let's not incite further chaos just yet. Ensure Beuford receives a proper burial under a veil of secrecy."

"Understood, Mr. Dixon."

Despite the dizziness threatening to overwhelm him, Mitchel attempted to rise once more, his legs unsteady.

Observing Mitchel's struggle, Matteo voiced his concern, "Mr. Dixon, perhaps you should rest a while Longer."

Yet, Mitchel, driven by sheer determination, straightened himself upright once more. Once he stood tall, despite his myriad ailments, he concealed them effortlessly, resembling a towering mountain.

There was no time for respite. Soon, he wouldn't be able to walk at all. His time was running out.

Mitchel's handsome visage regained its sternness, his voice chillingly resolute as he instructed, “Tomorrow, we begin dealing with them!"

Raegan departed the VIP floor in a daze, wandering. A sudden sharp pain in her lower abdomen jolted her out of her thoughts.