Luis undid the top buttons of his black shirt as he questioned Mitchel.

Mitchel's eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything.

Leaning against the window, Luis put one hand in his pocket and grinned.

"Mitchel, you have been acting weird lately. If I remember correctly, you only married Raegan to make your gravely ill grandfather happy. Now that he's doing much better and Lauren is sick, don't you think it's high time you divorced Raegan?"

Luis waited for a response. But all he got was a thoughtful look, so he added deliberately, “Friendly advice, don't do anything stupid.

Raegan doesn't deserve you. Just get rid of her quickly."

“Luis Stevens. Mitchel's voice was as cold as ice, and his eyes were chilly.

“That's my wife you are talking about!"

“So what?" Luis shrugged with a sneer.

“Need I remind you that you owe your life to Lauren? How are you going to make it up to her if you don't divorce Raegan?"

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze. Mitchel set his lips into a grim line as he glared at Luis.

Just as his eyes began to shoot sparks, a nurse came out of the ward and said, “She's up now.”

Luis stopped making fun of Mitchel. He just smiled casually.

"Go and comfort her. I'll be waiting for you at the bar."

Back in the ward, Lauren was no longer having a fever. The doctor had earlier revealed that Lauren's body rejected the transplant, which was not good for her health.

Lauren gripped Mitchel's hand tightly and said with tears in her eyes, "My shoulder hurts so bad. I'm afraid I don't have much time left.

Can you marry me as soon as possible?"

Mitchel's eyes darkened. He raised his hand to stroke her hair and said, "Fine His affirmative response seemed to give her some sort of assurance.

She leaned into his arms. Her head pressed against his chest.

Mitchel frowned and attempted to push her away.