He answered it even with Raegan's presence.

Then Jocelyn's flustered voice came from the other end of the Line.

“Mr. Dixon, something bad happened. Miss Murray... She fell down the stairs."

Upon hearing the news, Mitchel's grip on the steering wheel tightened instantly. Anxiously, he inquired, "What happened?"

Jocelyn replied between sobs, gasping for air, “Lauren stood up, felt lightheaded, and tumbled down the stairs."

“Have you called for an ambulance?"

"Yes, it's on the way.”

Then, a melodramatic wail from Lauren filled the air.

“Ah, my head, my legs... Where's Mitchel? I want to see him...”

The feigning in her cry was unmistakable. Raegan felt disgusted.

Mitchel, oblivious as ever, fell for this act again.

"Which hospital are you taking her to?" Mitchel inquired.

Listening to this, Raegan decided she had no reason to linger in the vehicle any longer.

It was better to exit on her own terms than to be forcibly ejected later.

She unbuckled her seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and proceeded to walk away.

Mitchel had broken her phone. Now, she couldn't even book a train ticket on her phone. Her only option was to hail a taxi to the train station first.

Behind her, the flashy sports car revved its engine audaciously and sped off.

Standing there, Raegan mustered a sarcastic smile.

As she had expected, she was left in the dust.

She could never outshine Lauren, but it didn't matter anymore.