An eye for an eye."

Lauren felt much better when she heard Jocelyn's words.

She vowed to herself she would make Raegan have a taste of her own medicine.

But then, to her disbelief, Mitchel merely threw a cold glance in Jocelyn's way and flatly said, "Not going to happen.”

Seeing the coldness in Mitchel's eyes, Jocelyn's heart skipped a beat.

She could not understand why Mitchel disagreed. It was not an unreasonable request, was it?

Did Mitchel not care about Lauren?

Even if Raegan was his wife, he should be defending Lauren instead.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly shifted.

Furious, Lauren clenched her hands that her nails almost dug into her palm. Still, she kept her poker face.

“It's okay, Jocelyn. Let's not make things awkward for Mitchel.

Besides, I doubt Raegan would agree to that. An apology should suffice."

Lauren's words were carefully chosen and painted her in the role of the magnanimous socialite while making Raegan seem petty in comparison.

Even better, acting graciously might win her some sympathy with Mitchel.

As for Raegan, well, Lauren was just biding her time.

Sooner or later, she would make sure the score was settled.

Sure enough, Mitchel's icy demeanor softened because of her words.

After being silent for a long time, his lips finally parted, and he said, “Lauren, I apologize to you on Raegan's behalf."

What the hell! Lauren's face drained of color. For a second, she thought she was dreaming.

Why was Mitchel apologizing? What the hell was wrong with him?