Having spent a restless night, Raegan felt her stomach suddenly rouse.

She loved this particular type of porridge.

“Time to eat," Mitchel stated tersely.

Determined to avoid facing him, Raegan kept her eyes closed. But her stomach betrayed her with a loud rumble.

Mitchel's derisive snort gave away her charade. Reluctantly, Raegan sat up, readying the foldable table for her meal.

She might not be hungry, but she couldn't let her baby starving.

But the problem was that she couldn't have the porridge by herself, since her hands were injured.

Seeing this, Mitchel put the porridge into a small bowl and fed her with a spoon.

Observing his stern countenance, Raegan hesitated before suggesting, “Perhaps you could ask a nurse to feed me?"

Mitchel fixed her with a piercing, infuriated gaze.

"So, do you want this food or not?"

Helpless, Raegan accepted the spoonful of porridge without further complaint.

It was uncharacteristic for Mitchel to take care of someone. To his surprise, Raegan was rather cooperative.

Mitchel couldn't help but imagine if they had a daughter, would she be as adorable and well-behaved as Raegan during meals?

After only managing a small bowl, Raegan couldn't take any more.

Mitchel set the bowl aside and rang the service bell. Someone arrived to clear the table.

Once they were alone, Raegan cleared her throat and queried, “Mitchel, what will it take for you to agree to a divorce?"

The atmosphere around Mitchel and Raegan changed in an instant.

Just now, Raegan ate obediently. Mitchel didn't expect that she would suddenly bring up the topic of their divorce.

He glanced at her and sneered, "Are you full now? It seemed you have the energy to quarrel again.