Though separated by the heavy protective suit, Raegan refrained from touching Mitchel, wary of disrupting the attached tubes. Yet, merely being near enough to see him brought her peace.

At that moment, as she watched his chest gently rise and fall, Raegan felt connected to his heartbeat and breath. Though she couldn't physically touch him, she was content. “Mitchel, without me by your side, I hope you find health and safety. That's all I desire."

As she prepared to leave, Raegan hovered her hand over Mitchel's face, mimicking the motion of tracing his sharp facial features through the air repeatedly.

She had intended not to cry but to send him off with joyful wishes for a successful surgery, but tears betrayed her resolve. Large tears streamed down, one after another, like pearls cascading from a broken necklace, continuously flowing.

“Mitchel, I'm sorry..." Raegan pressed her hand against the glass, weeping uncontrollably. "I have to break my promise. We can't stay together anymore. You must look after yourself. Promise me, in this life, you will remain healthy, safe, and trouble-free, and live a long life."

Having uttered these blessings through tears, Raegan gently touched her belly and said, “Babies, I believe you want the same as me, for your daddy to be safe and healthy. Say goodbye to your daddy, okay?"

As Raegan spoke, her belly suddenly stirred slightly. She froze, wary of breathing too hard. She wasn't sure if she had actually felt the babies move.

There was no further movement in her belly, leaving her to wonder if it was all in her mind. Not ready to let go, she tried again and said, “Babies, if you want to say hello to your daddy, could you move again, please?"

Five seconds later, Raegan clearly felt her belly move once more. She hadn't imagined it. Her belly was genuinely moving! The babies were indeed reacting to her words, saying goodbye to Mitchel!

Raegan's eyes filled with tears as she caressed her stomach, overcome with emotion. "My dear babies, let's hope for his surgery to go smoothly tomorrow, okay?"

Having stayed longer than allowed, Raegan knew it was time to depart.

She gazed at Mitchel one final time, her look filled with depth and emotion. She endeavored to imprint every detail of his face into her memory and hold onto it forever.

“Mitchel, goodbye..." Raegan turned around reluctantly and failed to catch Mitchel's sudden movement of opening eyes.

However, given his condition, Mitchel was unable to move, his head rigid, not allowing him to turn to watch her leave. Only the familiar scent Raegan wore lingered in the air, quickening his heartbeat.

Mitchel attempted to locate the source of the scent, but his body failed him, and only his eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

Upon leaving Mitchel's ward, Raegan managed to hold back the tears that had welled up in her eyes.

The hallway lights were dim, and Matteo didn't look directly at Raegan's face, so he missed the signs of her distress. Yet, an unseen sadness still wrapped around her, impossible to shake off.

Matteo comforted Raegan, “Miss Foster, don't worry. Tomorrow's surgery will surely succeed. Mr. Stevens has made all the necessary preparations. We must have faith in him and trust that Mitchel will make it through."

Raegan felt a deep ache but masked her pain with a calm exterior, merely nodding. "Yes, it will be alright. Please look after him."

Matteo affirmed, "It's my responsibility."