Just now, Raegan had been shouting and crying in her sleep, her pleas of "No, No..." It revealed a state of utter vulnerability that deeply affected him.

Raegan's gaze was distant and bewildered. Then, she heard her own hoarse, strained voice. “Erick, he..."

Erick seemed to instantly grasp Raegan's unspoken words. He tightly clasped her hand, reassuring her, “Don't worry. Mitchel is still receiving emergency treatment. Luis brought the best specialists to work on him!"

For a moment, Raegan was stunned. Had she heard right? "You..."

Her throat pained with each word, but Raegan pressed on, each syllable a struggle, "You said, he..."

"He won't die. Luis mentioned that if Mitchel gets through the next two days, he'll likely recover.”

Erick saw the pain in Raegan's expression, and hurried to explain further before she could inquire, “And there's hope for the poison he was exposed to as well.”

Erick helped Raegan sit up and brought her some water to ease her throat, continuing without pause, "A friend of Luis, a medical expert, has identified the components of the poison. They've found an antidote but it lacked a rare herb, one only the witch of Aurora possessed. It was difficult to obtain, requiring some effort. However, Luis found a small glass bottle on Mitchel, within which was the immortality potion that Katie had hidden, intending for Mitchel to take to delay his end. The needed herb was inside that bottle and has been extracted. Now, all we need is for Mitchel to wake up and take it."

Raegan listened as if it were a fairy tale. Her recent dream had felt so vivid, so achingly real. The icy white sheet, the lifeless body beneath it, and the overwhelming grief. She remembered every detail. But now, reality had shifted dramatically. Could it be that God had truly heard her desperate prayers? And offered Mitchel a second chance?

Raegan closed her eyes, then opened them again, making sure everything around her was tangible. She looked at Erick and gestured toward her abdomen.

Erick immediately understood. "The babies are fine. It's just that you were severely shocked and malnourished. The doctor recommends a week of bed rest."

Erick gazed at Raegan's slightly rounded belly and softly added, "These little ones are really resilient. It seems they'll be quite the protectors for their sister one day."

Raegan lowered her eyelids, lost in her thoughts.

With consideration, Erick asked, "Are you tired? Rest a bit more. I'll be right outside. Just call if you need anything."

Raegan nodded. Once Erick had left, she mulled over everything silently. She wished to dismiss her recent nightmare. Yet, the profound pain she felt when she heard Mitchel's death haunted her as something profoundly real.

Now, discerning reality from illusion felt increasingly elusive.

The following day.

Erick handed Raegan a glass of water and noticed her signaling, her gesture clearly questioning the identity of the assassin.

Understanding her, Erick explained, "Based on the police's ongoing investigation, he doesn't appear to be linked to the Maxwell family but likely another organization. It's quite suspicious, and I'm still looking into it. We have guards here, so there's no need to worry.”

Raegan scribbled on a piece of paper. “Did that person target me?"