“Raegan!" Henley immediately scooped her up and bolted toward the emergency room.

Lying in the hospital bed, Lauren was diagnosed with a mild concussion and needed to rest for some time.

Mitchel stood by her bedside, seemingly indifferent to the doctor's diagnosis.

Lauren stole a glance at him. She was captivated by the way his handsome face looked under the soft glow of the incandescent lamp.

There was no denying that he was handsome. His features were cool, almost icy, but magnetizing. He had that kind of allure that made it hard for Lauren to look away.

The yearning in her eyes was as clear as day. She had no intention of ever letting go of this man who seemed like a gift from the gods.

At the thought of this, Lauren's eyes welled up with tears again.

"Mitchel... Why does it still hurt? I'm not feeling well."

Mitchel frowned.

"You still don't feel well? I'll have Luis come and examine you."

"No, there's no need," Lauren disagreed at once.

"I'm actually feeling better. Plus, Luis is so busy. I don't want to bother him."

Lauren was flustered. She did not want to see Luis since he was too sharp and perceptive and could easily see through her lies.

"Fine," Mitchel said, unfazed.

"By the way, why did Raegan hit you earlier?"

At the mention of this, tears quickly filled Lauren's eyes, and she lamented, "Raegan accused me of setting her up at the banquet earlier.

She blamed me for everything. Mitchel, why would I do something Like that to her? You can look into it yourself."

She was not afraid at all. After all, she had made sure she was clean from all angles.

“It's Raegan's fault," Mitchel said nonchalantly.

Lauren abruptly stopped dabbing her eyes.