Suddenly, the door swung open and a nurse stepped out with a grave expression. “Sir, the situation is critical right now. If we keep protecting the baby, it might put the mother's life at risk. We need to know what you decide."

Mitchel's face lost its color, and after a moment of hesitation, he replied. “Do your best to save her. Whatever it takes."

“Alright. We need your signature for these documents," the nurse said before returning to the operating room.

As the door closed, Raegan's eyes met Mitchel's. The raw worry in his gaze was unmistakable. A bitter taste rose in Raegan's throat.

She couldn't bear to watch their connection for another moment.

"Can I leave now, Mr. Dixon?" Raegan asked, her voice distant and detached.

Mitchel's face was stoic as he responded in a low tone, "No, you can't."

A spark of anger ignited within Raegan, and she retorted, "I can assure you I didn't push Katie. I've got nothing to do with her fall."

Mitchel gave Raegan a brief glance but remained silent, offering no response.

Raegan held back the rest of her words. She had wanted to explain that Katie had set her up, but she knew it was futile. Mitchel's heart and attention were fully committed to Katie inside the operating room. Any explanation she offered would likely fall on deaf ears, and might even provoke him further.

Raegan pressed her lips together, swallowing the bitterness. “I don't care if you will believe me. I can go to the police station myself to explain the situation. I'll prove my innocence."

“Come with me," Mitchel said coldly, sparing Raegan another brief glance before heading into the nearby VIP lounge.

Raegan hesitated, not wanting to follow, but two bodyguards blocked her path, giving her no option. With reluctance, she stepped into the lounge where she found Mitchel by the window, lighting a cigarette.

As smoke curled around him, Mitchel's striking profile was accentuated.

Raegan was caught off guard. He seldom smoked, especially not around her, knowing her dislike for secondhand smoke.

Fortunately, Mitchel extinguished the cigarette shortly after Raegan entered and gestured for her to sit.

Raegan's legs were aching and she was grateful for the chance to sit down. Despite the relief, her expression remained cool and detached as she began, "Mr. Dixon, I have obligations to attend to, and you have no right to detain me. If you genuinely believe I pushed..."

She hesitated, struggling with the next words, but managed to continue, "Your fiancée. Then, you should hand me over to the police, rather than unlawfully restricting my freedom."

Mitchel met her statement with an icy stare. “How can you be so certain you'll emerge unscathed if you go to the police?" he questioned.

Raegan smirked in response. "That's none of your business. The truth will prevail, and justice will be served."