His voice was calm yet unsettling. He sounded as though he was teetering on the brink of fury.

Raegan retreated a step and responded with a question, "Haven't you made up your mind?"

What he said at Lauren's party was a punch in the gut.

There was no need to do that. She was no fool.

At this moment, Mitchel just silently watched her.

Raegan's emotional storm had passed by now. She had already cried her eyes out earlier. Besides, getting emotional right now would get her nowhere.

In the past, the idea of stopping loving Mitchel was nearly impossible. But not anymore.

His sweetness, followed by emotional slaps, had worn her down to the bone.

As Mitchel said nothing, Raegan continued, "Since you've made up your mind, let's handle this amicably. My conditions haven't changed. I don't want anything from you except that you won't get custody of our child."

Mitchel pursed his Lips. In an instant, the indifference in his eyes vanished, replaced by a flinty glare.

He closed the gap between them, seized her wrist, and pinned her against the door.

"You've found a new man, huh? Tell me. Who's the father? Hector?"

Raegan was puzzled. Why bring Hector into this? She hardly even knew him. Besides, she had not done anything wrong. Did Mitchel had schizophrenia or something?

Hurt by his force, she managed to push him away and retorted, “Are you out of your mind, Mitchel? This child is yours. Haven't the test results confirmed it?"

Mitchel merely stared at her with an icy gaze and said nothing.

And then it clicked. No wonder his behavior was bizarre. There must have been some kind of anomaly in the result.

"Where's the report?" Raegan demanded. She would not back down until she saw it with her own eyes.

"Do you really need to see it?" Mitchel responded with a wry smile.

"Don't you already know what you've done? You hooked up with your stupid senior and even my uncle, and then acted as if you're Miss Goody Two-Shoes? You weren't a virgin when we got married, were you?

You make me sick!"