"He would be thrilled to know he's going to be a great-grandfather soon."

"Let's just wait until Raegan's condition is more stable."

Luciana was hesitant for a while. Considering that Raegan was still early in her pregnancy, Mitchel's request seemed reasonable. At the thought of this, she gave a nod and left.

Meanwhile, Raegan was puzzled. She had assumed Mitchel would want to share the news with Kyler, especially since Kyler would likely intervene to prevent them from getting a divorce.

She could not bear the thought of making Kyler depressed by knowing about their upcoming divorce.

Yet, she never expected Mitchel would ask Luciana to keep the pregnancy a secret from Kyler.

At this moment, she could not tell what was going on in Mitchel's mind.

While she was engrossed in her thoughts, Mitchel approached her.

His stern expression made Raegan feel on edge and made her ball her hands into fists.

Mitchel stopped a meter from her bed. For some reason, his angular features were unusually cold and menacing.

He lifted his hand, and the ultrasound report unfurled before her.

“Fifteen weeks? Can you explain this?"

A wave of confusion washed over Raegan. She grabbed the ultrasound report, and it indeed stated she had been fifteen weeks pregnant.

How could this be?

She was certain the baby was only ten weeks old. Why did the ultrasound indicate fifteen weeks?

Well, her menstrual cycles had always been somewhat irregular. Could she have miscalculated?

But even that did not add up.

Raegan thought back to when Mitchel had returned from his overseas trip. After a month-long absence, they had been intimate twice on the porch, and he had been rather persistent the rest of the night.

Seeing Raegan's silence, the hopeful glimmer in Mitchel's eyes gradually faded, replaced by sheer disappointment.

"Don't you have anything to say?"