Still fuming, Mitchel hit Katie again, determined to stop only when he finally made her pay for what wrongdoings she had done all this time.

Raegan was left dumbstruck watching this. The usually calm and composed Mitchel had lost control, brutally beating Katie's already distorted face even more. The unyielding strikes clearly aimed to eliminate the malicious Katie.

"You deserve to die! I won't wait for Lorenzo's family to do it. I'll send you to hell myself!" Mitchel declared, picking up a military knife from the ground and aiming it at Katie's throat, poised to strike.

Seeing that Mitchel was on the verge of committing murder, Raegan rushed over and seized the hand that held the knife, imploring urgently, "Mitchel, calm down! You can't do this! We should leave her fate to the proper authorities."

This was, unmistakably, an act of homicide! Even for the gravest criminals, according to Ambrosia law, revenge killing outside of self -defense was not justified. One wrong move, and they might find themselves accused of murder.

Mitchel's clean record couldn't be tarnished because of this, because of her.

The fiery red in Mitchel's eyes did not fade at Raegan's plea.

Glowering at Katie, he had gone berserk, without a shred of warmth on his face.

Katie's continuous efforts to cause harm to Raegan filled Mitchel with a murderous intent. He couldn't bring himself to let go of a malicious woman like Katie. "She deserves to die! She deserves to die a thousand times over!" The deadly determination in his voice filled the air.

Raegan strained with all her might, struggling to restrain Mitchel's hand. She begged him fervently, "Mitchel, listen to me! Don't ruin your life over someone like her. It's not worth it. Let's go home..."

Raegan assumed it seemed unlikely Katie would survive, given her critical condition. Plus, should Katie survived, the Maxwell family would not spare her. In any case, Mitchel, a man with a promising future and remarkable competence, shouldn't ruin his life over murdering a cruel woman like Katie.

Moreover, Mitchel's condition was far from good. His trousers were already stiff with dried blood, and his white shirt had turned a deep red. It was unclear whether all this blood was his own or mixed with someone else's. Particularly his leg. Only one was functioning, the other, crushed earlier by Lorenzo, had sustained another injury.

Without prompt treatment, the outcome would be beyond imagining.

Raegan, deeply worried about Mitchel's well-being, clung to his hand, refusing to let go even for a second. “Mitchel, let's go to the hospital. We should let the command center handle this."

Yet, no matter what Raegan said, the murderous intent in Mitchel's eyes remained undiminished. Even after having been dealt with severely, Katie showed no remorse and still attempted to harm Raegan if given the chance, even cruelly advising Lorenzo to harm the children in Raegan's womb. As long as this evil woman breathed, he would never find peace, even in death!

Mitchel understood Raegan's worries, knowing her concerns stemmed from her fear of him facing legal consequences for killing Katie. But with his health failing and no antidote in the picture, he felt helpless. With such a threat against Raegan weighing on him, he couldn't rest until it was resolved. He was unafraid of being marked by disgrace.

The fire within Mitchel grew fiercer, the intense murderous intent scorching Raegan's skin through his flesh.

Raegan realized Mitchel had completely lost his self-control. At that moment, she saw that the threats posed to her life would push this rational man into insanity. The answer to his love for her, the question she had once desired to confirm, was now painfully obvious.

Raegan embraced Mitchel's rigid body, her voice filled with tenderness. "Mitchel, please, let's go..."

Raegan felt Mitchel had suffered enough. ALL she wanted was for him to do well.