Mitchel was in a similar state, consumed by a rush of adrenaline that surged throughout his body, giving him a near-death sensation.

His fingers dug painfully into the soft skin of her cheeks, but he felt as if he was already a shell of himself.

Tears streamed down Raegan's face.

All the cherished memories they once shared were shattered by his words, “You're not worthy."

To him, she was simply a means to satisfy his sexual cravings.

A sudden, piercing pain surged through her, and it felt as though it had taken over every inch of her body.

Raegan's face flushed a deep shade of crimson, her eyes sealed shut.

Unable to make much sound due to her obstructed mouth, she felt frail.

Soon, her vision blurred, enveloping her world in a radiant white haze.

The only figure that remained clear was the man before her, impeccably dressed in a white shirt and smirking as he was doing something crazy to her.

Finally, sensing something amiss, Mitchel stepped back, pinched her cheek, and inquired icily, "What's the matter?"

Unable to speak, Raegan felt nauseous and drained. The pain was so intense she thought she might pass out.

Mitchel's eyes narrowed instantly. Grabbing a towel, he dried her off, helped her get dressed, and swiftly carried her downstairs.

In the car, Mitchel commanded, "Drive to the New North Hospital."

Huddled in a ball, beads of sweat dotted Raegan's forehead, her face contorted with agony.

With his palm supporting her back and her face pressed against his chest, Mitchel leaned down and questioned, “What's going on?"

Raegan could only shut her eyes tightly, appearing visibly distressed.

Glancing at her, Mitchel ordered, “Hurry up."

The car came to a halt in the underground parking lot. Mitchel carried Raegan straight to the gynecology consultation room where a doctor awaited.

During the waiting, Luis came over.