Mitchel entered Lauren's place with a steely countenance. Lauren greeted him, her face bright but her body seemingly frail as she coughed from time to time.

"I've cooked some dishes for you, Mitchel. Have a seat and try them."

Standing his ground, Mitchel responded, “No need. I'll be leaving shortly."

Lauren's smile faded into disappointment.

"It won't take long to have a bite, Mitchel. Can't you sit and eat with me?"

Mitchel stared at her contemplatively before relenting.

"I'll pass.

I had already grabbed something to eat at the hospital. You eat.

I'll sit with you."

Internally, Lauren rejoiced. As she had anticipated, showing vulnerability melted Mitchel's resolve.

She knew Mitchel had a soft spot. Whenever she cried, he'd never hold her responsible for anything.

After their meal, she signaled for the maid to bring tea, but Mitchel declined.

Clapping his hands, Matteo appeared, escorting a tied-up figure who was tossed onto the courtyard ground.

Mitchel fixed his gaze on Lauren, his eyes filled with inquiry.

“Is there something you'd like to clarify, Lauren?"

Lauren's mind whirred, momentarily paralyzed with confusion. She wasn't sure what Mitchel was getting at.

She faltered, "Mitchel, why is Kyle here? Did he do anything wrong?"

Mitchel arched an eyebrow and responded, “Kyle doctored the confidential documents of the company and attempted to flee after being exposed. Additionally, we found a substantial deposit in his bank account, which was transferred from your account."

"Teas I..." Lauren stammered, unable to find her words.

With a tap on the table from his slender fingers, Mitchel asked impassively, "So, are you in on this or not?"