“Fine, if you say so."

Mitchel looked at Raegan deeply. The passion on his face faded, and it became expressionless. He stood up from the sofa without saying a word and walked to the door.

A loud bang sounded when he slammed the door shut behind him.

Raegan lay on the sofa and stared at the ceiling motionlessly. A faint pain spread in her heart.

She whispered to herself, “Raegan, you are on your own again." Then, there was dead silence in the room, making Raegan feel more alone.

After leaving the Crystal Bay, Mitchel drove the black Bentley to a bar.

A few moments later, Luis arrived. As soon as he entered the chamber, he saw half a dozen empty bottles on the table.

Mitchel sat on the sofa, looking rather depressed. When he saw Luis come in, he raised his glass and drank it up in one gulp. Sitting next to him, Jarrod was also drinking quietly.

Luis felt he was looking at two crazy men.

He stepped forward, snatched the glass from Mitchel's hand, and glared at him.

"Mitchel, what do you think you're doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Jarrod, who was obviously drunk, mumbled, “Hey, Luis, relax. Don't worry. We didn't drink too much."

Before Luis could say anything, Mitchel knocked the table with his slender fingers, hinting at the waiter to refill his glass.

The waiter looked at Luis awkwardly. Obviously, he was in a dilemma.

Luis glared at the waiter and said crossly, "Get out!"

Being shouted at by Luis, the waiter didn't feel aggrieved at all.

Instead, he was somehow relieved. He immediately ran out.

Luis closed the door, sat down, and said to Jarrod, “Don't you know that he just had an operation yesterday? How can you allow him to drink like this? You're helping him die!

Actually, Jarrod didn't know about this. After all, Mitchel had blocked the news about his injuries.

So Jarrod asked with a frown, “What happened?"