After hanging up the phone, Henley stretched his legs, leaned against the seat with his eyes closed.

He exclaimed in his mind that a man with a weak spot was so easy to handle.

Would Mitchel go nuts if there was really something between him and Raegan?

A sly grin emerged on Henley's face in the darkness, amused by the mere thought. ......

In the hospital.

Gazing down at Raegan, now in the emergency room, the doctor queried, "Mr. Dixon, are you certain you want to induce a miscarriage? Saving the mother takes precedence. Beyond that..."

Mitchel hesitated, clearly torn.

To be honest, it was the best time to get rid of this kid. After all, he still assumed it wasn't his kid.

Yet, recalling Raegan's fierce resolve to keep the baby, he knew she'd despise him if he caused the loss of her baby, and undoubtedly leave him.

Weighing between Raegan and the kid, he realized he couldn't bear to lose her.

Grimacing, Mitchel spat out while clenching his fists, "Try your best to keep the baby!"

Hearing Mitchel's response, the medical team took Raegan into the operating room for further evaluation.

Waiting outside the emergency room, Mitchel recalled what Raegan had just said, and a thought crossed his mind.

Could this baby, perhaps, be his?

By the time Raegan regained consciousness, it was nearly noon.

She felt a minor itch at the back of her hand and stared vacantly at the see-through IV tube, watching the fluid slowly drip.

A sense of unease gripped her heart as she noticed a suited man beside her bed.

"Feeling better?" Mitchel inquired, devoid of emotion, as he picked up a cushion and tried to put it behind her back.

Before he could get close to Raegan, Raegan flapped the cushion to the ground.

She glared at him, her eyes icy, and snapped, “What have you done to my baby?"