Then, Erick came to realize that Mitchel had been vigilant, even in the dead of night. Had Mitchel been unable to sleep, consumed by worry for Raegan's well-being?

"Remove it immediately!" Erick demanded.

Mitchel hesitated. Obviously, he didn't want to do it. "I promise I'll do so when she's away from Aurora. But for now, please, go check on her."

With a determined nod, Erick set off toward Raegan's room.

“I'll return shortly. And when I return, that monitoring software should be gone," Erick warned with a low growl. “And stay put. No one should disturb the young couple."

Mitchel stood frozen without saying a word.

Erick walked through the halls, calling out as he reached Reagan's room. "Raegan? Raegan?"

The repeated calls only revealed his growing anxiety. “Raegan... Are you there?"

A shift in Mitchel's expression signaled his readiness to intervene.

However, the servant, mindful of Erick's instructions, intercepted him. “Sir, please, hold on a moment.”

“Out of my way." Mitchel's icy glare pierced the air, chilling the servant to the bone.

Mitchel brushed past the servant, leaving the latter still recovering.

The servant scrambled to keep pace. “Sir, you can't..."

Mitchel's gait, hampered by his injured leg, betrayed his urgency, particularly exacerbated by the rain.

Perceiving Mitchel's apparent weakness, the servant reached out to assist, only to be rebuffed by Mitchel's crutch, leaving him sprawled on the ground.

Mitchel harbored no ill will toward the servant, only a fervent desire to reach Raegan's room. He wished to be there as quickly as he could! Yet, his frustration was only mounting as he limped slower and slower.

Upon nearing Raegan's room, Mitchel intervened just as Erick prepared to kick the door open. “Hold it!" his authoritative command halted Erick in his tracks.

Erick, taken aback, yielded to Mitchel's approach.

"What if Raegan is on the other side?" Mitchel said.

Erick hesitated, his foot hovering above the doorframe.