"Yeah. I'll just keep the doors and windows open for a while, and it'll be fine."

Before she could step inside, Mitchel grabbed her arm.

"You can't stay here. If you want to stay in town, I'll book you a hotel room."

Stubborn as she was, Raegan shook off his grip.

"I'm staying. Why don't you just mind your own business?"

This place was full of cherished memories from her childhood. Mitchel would not understand that.

"This place is damp, dirty, and crawling with germs, and you're pregnant," he reminded her.

Raegan could not keep calm anymore and snapped, “Mitchel, you really don't have to go to all this trouble.”

Mitchel's enthusiasm deflated like a punctured balloon. He narrowed his eyes and asked, “What are you saying?"

"You don't have to pretend that you care about the baby.”

"Pretend to care about the baby?" Mitchel echoed. His expression turned stormy, and anger flickered in his eyes.

"Isn't it true?" Raegan retorted.

He had been so against the baby, and he had even tried to make her get an abortion.

Even after she had told him it was his, he did not believe her. So, she could not see the point in his pretending to care now.

Mitchel looked at her, his eyes ablaze with anger.

“Raegan, don't push me too hard."

He did not drive for hours just to get into a spat with her.

Raegan could not fathom why Mitchel felt she was making things difficult for him, Why should she listen to him all the damn time?

Even when it came to their unborn child, it felt like she had no voice.

She had had enough of living such a suffocating life.