"See?" His voice carried a cold, menacing edge, a mocking undertone suggesting the futility of her efforts. "Now it's completely useless."

Raegan stiffened and reached for the phone swiftly.

"Slap!" The sound was sharp. Raegan's hand was forcefully slapped away by Mitchel, leaving the back of her hand red and stinging.

Raegan barely registered the pain before shock took over upon seeing her high-quality white titanium phone, now corroded by the liquid, its surface peeling off.

It was clear that this was no ordinary water, but a chemical solution potent enough to dissolve objects.

Had Raegan's hand been submerged, her fingers would surely have suffered the same fate, a thought that sent a shiver through her and caused her fingers to tremble slightly.

The phone, reduced to nothing more than a steel frame, took on an eerie appearance.

Stunned, Raegan took a long while to process the scene before she finally blurted out, "Who gave you the right to destroy my phone?"

Mitchel's response came cold and indifferent, hinting at danger beyond the damage to her phone. “Even with an intact phone, do you think you'd leave the police station unscathed?"

“Do you think the Glyn family and the Dixon family will just let you go?" Mitchel added.

The Glyn family's disdain for Raegan was clear, and with Alexis always eager to cause trouble for Mitchel, this incident would be no exception. As WMitchel's ex-wife, Raegan's involvement would only escalate matters further. The last thing Mitchel needed was a tangled affair with Raegan.

Raegan's anger quickly cooled down as the gravity of the situation became apparent. Mitchel's words were a veiled threat. If something happened to Katie's child, she would be blamed, and vengeance from both the Glyn and Dixon families would be swift.

Looking into the eyes of the man she had once loved deeply, Raegan felt a piercing sadness. Her earlier certainty wavered. She now questioned whether Katie's child was indeed not Mitchel's. Mitchel's actions suggested a deeper connection than he admitted.

With a heavy heart, Raegan found the strength to confront Mitchel.

“Is the child Katie is carrying yours?"

The silence that followed was telling.

Mitchel paused, his expression unreadable, and when he noticed Raegan's teary eyes, he held back his words.

Sometimes, silence revealed more than any confession.

But Raegan needed answers. She looked up, fighting back tears, and implored, "Mitchel, please, for the sake of what we once shared, tell me the truth."

The silence grew oppressive, hanging heavily between them until Mitchel finally spoke, his voice hollow. "Yeah." He had confessed.