Bryce responded coolly, "Go ahead. But remember, bars around aren't that large. Finding thirty thousand men will be challenging.”

Eloise paused, her voice tinged with triumph. "I knew it! You can't stand to see me go..."

With a nonchalant gesture, Bryce explained, "Just saying, you might need to check out a few more bars. One won't be enough."

Dumbstruck, Eloise was left speechless. “You!”

Overcome with rage, she covered her face and dashed away.

As Eloise rushed past Raegan, she was too distraught to recognize Raegan, tears streaming down her face.

Bryce, too, departed without looking back, heading in the opposite direction.

Raegan watched, her brow furrowed in disbelief. There was something between Eloise and Bryce... Then what about Mitchel? Could it be that Eloise was merely using Mitchel to provoke Bryce? She felt a pang of sympathy for Mitchel, never expecting him to be exploited as a pawn in someone else's game.

Back in her room, after tending to the babies, Erick arrived and shared the news that arrangements were all set.

Their strategy was to entice Davey out during Raegan's babies’ one-month celebration.

To ensure the babies’ safety, they planned to discreetly relocate them to Landen's home before carrying out their plan.

Landen had already escorted Janey back to Ardlens, a place known for its stringent gun laws and increased safety.

Raegan had consented to this arrangement to focus on rescuing her mother without concerns.

As the central figure of her babies' one-month celebration, Raegan had no choice but to attend, which meant her babies had to settle for formula for a few days.

Reflecting on the scene she had just witnessed involving Eloise, Raegan shared the details with Erick. She questioned, “Erick, don't you think you should warn Mitchel to check on Eloise, just in case? After all, since Eloise has tagged along to here, it would reflect poorly on Mitchel if anything were to happen to her, especially in explaining things to the Benton family."

Erick was momentarily stunned. He hadn't yet discussed Mitchel's situation with Raegan.

Mitchel had been in a coma for five days due to severe blood loss.

Although they had eventually managed a transfusion for him, it was somewhat delayed. His condition had deteriorated, leading to joint complications diagnosed as a chronic disease by the doctor.

The doctor's prognosis was grim, suggesting Mitchel would likely rely on crutches for life. The likelihood of a complete recovery was minimal.

The doctor felt particularly remorseful because, given Mitchel's robust recovery from previous surgeries, he should have regained full mobility.