A paleness washed over Raegan's face, and it felt as if a weight was compressing her chest, suffocating her.

A mixture of exhaustion, numbness, and disillusionment whirled in her head, plunging her into a deeper state of despair.

Hadn't she already given up hope on her relationship with Mitchel?

What could be more disheartening? Clearly, nothing.

Turning her attention to Henley, she offered, “Henley, let's get you to a doctor."

"You dare to leave with him? Stay!"

Mitchel's fury boiled over. He tried to grab Raegan but was thwarted by Henley.

Blood smeared on his face, Henley confronted Mitchel, "Mr. Dixon, planning to strike a woman now?"

Glasses knocked off, Henley's usually calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a fierce gaze. His slender yet powerful arm acted as a barrier between Mitchel and Raegan.

He was unquestionably provoking Mitchel.

Silent, Mitchel's fist flew, landing squarely on Henley and sending him tumbling to the ground.

But one punch wasn't enough to quell Mitchel's fury. Veins pulsed visibly on the back of his clenched hand as he lunged to strike Henley again.

“Stop it, Mitchel!" Raegan cried out, rushing forward to shield Henley.

Seeing that the fist was about to hit her, Raegan clenched her eyes shut.

Yet, the anticipated blow never landed.

When she opened her eyes, Mitchel's fist hovered mere inches from her face, halted by his own willpower.

Mitchel's demeanor turned icy. How could he have the heart to raise a hand against Raegan?

His gaze remained locked onto Raegan's face as he yelled with frustration, "Are you taking his side?"

"Mitchel, stop using your authority to intimidate people.”

Raegan felt Mitchel had crossed a line.