But Jarrod didn't stop Mitchel from drinking. He took a bottle from the waiter and cracked it open for Mitchel. He said, his tone devoid of sympathy, “Never let a woman get under your skin. Let's drink and forget it!"

Mitchel grabbed the bottle and downed it in one go.

The potent liquor burned his stomach!

After chugging down a few more bottles, he collapsed onto the floor with a resounding thud.

As Mitchel teetered on the edge of consciousness, he muttered, "Why?

Why don't you want me..."

Meanwhile, in Crystal Bay, Raegan lay on her bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, thoughts of Mitchel and the pained expression on his face when he left haunted her.

She forced a bitter smile, trying to convince herself that she was overthinking things.

How could Mitchel feel hurt by her words? There should be no one but Lauren who could cause him sorrow.

She forced herself to sleep in vain. Her eyes remained wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Her thoughts had already drifted away.

During her phone conversation with Luis, it seemed Luis didn't joke about Mitchel's condition.

Why did Mitchel treat himself like that? His wound hadn't even recovered yet.

The image of Mitchel valiantly stepping in to shield her from harm flashed in her mind.

She clutched the bed sheets tightly and suddenly rose from her bed.

Since she was concerned about Mitchel, it was only right to go and check on him.

She assured herself that she was just going there to make sure he was okay, nothing more.

After Raegan rushed to the hospital, she noticed it was about to rain.

Just as she was about to dial Luis' number, a hand patted on her shoulder.