Had her health been compromised, she was convinced she wouldn't have survived the previous night.

Mitchel's expression shifted as he pulled out a tissue, handing it over to signal her to let her wipe her mouth.

But Raegan didn't take it. She took another one, wiped her mouth, and threw it away.

Mitchel's arm remained hanging in the air awkwardly, and he struggled to contain his frustration.

“Raegan, enough is enough.”

Raegan chuckled and retorted, "So, you want to do it here? Fine, I can accommodate you. Just not with my mouth. It's sore."

"You! Unbelievable!" Mitchel's face flushed a deep shade of blue.

Angrily, he tossed the tissue aside and stormed out of the room.

By noon, Matteo arrived with a Lunchbox.

As he was leaving, Raegan halted him.

"Did you personally hand the paternity test report to Mr. Dixon?"

Caught off guard, Matteo nodded. Mr. Dixon's behavior had revealed the result of the test.

“You handed it to him directly?" Raegan pressed.

Matteo hesitated, then recalled that when he sent the documents to Mitchel's office, Mitchel was in a meeting, but it only took him about ten minutes to finish the meeting.

He shared this with Raegan.

"So, there was a ten-minute gap. Go back and see if anyone entered his office during that time," Raegan urged.

She suspected a setup, and only Lauren came to mind as a likely saboteur.

She couldn't risk involving her child in Mitchel's unpredictable moods.

He wouldn't bring himself to allow her to have a child that he assumed wasn't his, no matter how generous he pretended to be.

Even if they divorced, she needed to clear her unborn child's name.