His mind blanked, emptied of thought.

The next instant, panic overtook him.

“Doctor!" he cried, frantically pressing the call button, his voice edged with a loss of control.

Mitchel pressed his hand against Raegan's bleeding wound, and, with a fury that seemed almost lethal, he snarled, "Why won't you tell me?"

Despite his outburst, Raegan remained stoic and expressionless. Then, she gave him a smile that held no warmth and sneered, “The pain is nothing compared to being with you."

The hand Mitchel had on her wound shook with unrestrained emotion, and his complexion turned deathly pale. It was as though he himself had been stabbed multiple times by a dagger.

He never expected Raegan would harm herself just to divorce him.

Mitchel lifted his eyes and fixed them on her.

“Raegan, are you forcing me to make a decision?"

“It's only because you pushed me first," Raegan shot back, the corners of her mouth curled into a sneer.

Just then, the door burst open, and a flood of light spilled into the room.

A swarm of doctors and nurses rushed in for Raegan and began tending to her wound.

Raegan's spleen surgery was evident in the suture on her left upper abdomen. Now, it had split open, revealing a mix of blood and flesh that was a gruesome sight.

Raegan, however, was uncooperative with the medical practitioners.

She extended her bloodstained hand toward Mitchel and commanded with a voice heavy with revulsion, "Get him out."

The attending doctor, a woman in her middle years, looked at Raegan, who reminded her of a shattered porcelain doll, and directed at Mitchel with urgency, “Sir, you need to leave now!"

Her request was practical. It was to clear the room for treatment.

However, her voice carried an edge of contempt.

Raegan's recent ordeal had been grueling: a miscarriage, a ruptured spleen, and head trauma. It had been a battle for the rescue team to stabilize her.

The patient's recent altercation with this man must be the reason why her wound had reopened.