Mitchel's first instinct was to toss her away, but he hesitated when he felt her trembling shoulder, knowing her anger was at a boiling point.

In a raspy voice, he asked, "What else are you willing to do to save him?"

Just as he was about to pry her jaw apart with his fingers, Raegan suddenly went limp and fainted.

Mitchel held her tightly and shouted, “Raegan!"

Cradled in Mitchel's arms was Raegan's frail figure. Raegan's complexion matched the pallor of a blank sheet, and her brow glistened with a sheen of cold sweat.

Panicked, Mitchel tightened his embrace and blurted out nervously, “What's going on?"

Clutching his wrist feebly, Raegan implored, “My baby... It hurts...

Please, save our baby..."

After saying this, Raegan fainted away.

Mitchel's pupils suddenly shrank. Without a second thought, he scooped Raegan up and strode into the hospital.

“Mr. Dixon." Henley rose to his feet, concern marring his face.

“Please, look after her well."

Halting mid-step, Mitchel turned around and icily retorted, "Mind your own business. If you dare to touch her again, you won't get away with it so easily."

A trace of menace tinged Mitchel's voice, sending shivers down the spines of those who heard him.

Mitchel then resumed his course into the hospital.

The bodyguards glanced discreetly at Henley, who was now standing battered. After all, they had struck him viciously just moments ago.

With one of his arms dislocated, Henley could still stand up as if nothing had happened despite his other injuries. The bodyguards found themselves questioning the true extent of Henley's capabilities.

Yet, Henley didn't seem to care about his injuries at all as he walked steadily toward his car.

Settling into the backseat, he dialed a number, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Arrange a pickup. Also, let him know I accept his offer.”