Noticing Mitchel's expression, he questioned, "Did you take your meds?"

Mitchel gave a nod, followed by a shake of his head.

"Where are they?"

"You treat it like it's food, huh? You're popping them that much?"

Mitchel just scowled, offering no reply.

Clearly displeased, Luis produced a tiny vial containing a scant amount of medicine.

"You get this much for a week. Don't ask for more until then."

Accepting it, Mitchel swallowed a few pills with a swig of mineral water handed to him by Matteo.

Luis shook his head, noting Mitchel's fixed gaze on the ward.

"When you have an episode, stay away from Raegan. Do you think she can handle you? You should seriously consider ongoing treatment. You don't want to lose control and regret it later, right?"

Luis chose his words carefully, suggesting that bipolar disorder could have varying impacts, and accidents could occur despite his self-control.

Usually, when something happened to the things or persons he deeply valued, he would completely lose control.

Mitchel pressed his lips together, responding simply, “Understood.”

Luis went on, “I saw online you were celebrating Lauren's birthday.

What's that about?"

Mitchel lifted his gaze and retorted flatly, "Nonsense."

"You're not concerned that Raegan will be hurt?"

Hurt? Mitchel's demeanor was icy. That woman wouldn't be hurt.

She was the one who shattered his heart, and that was the real tragedy.

Soon, the diagnosis arrived.