He instructed the nurse, "Get the doctor, quickly!"

Lauren, mistaking his concerns for her injuries, clutched his hands tighter, her voice shaking.

"I don't want to stay here, Mitchel.

Raegan is unhinged. I'm terrified. Please, take me away..."

With a sneer, Raegan warned, "Yeah, Mr. Dixon, escort your beloved to the doctor, or else I fear I may end up taking her life. Imagine the anguish you'll feel then."

Mitchel's brow furrowed. He gently pushed Lauren aside and stepped toward Raegan, hand outstretched in an attempt to clarify, "“Raegan, you've got it all wrong, I didn't..."

"Mitchel!"

Suddenly, Lauren clutched at his sleeve, her voice laced with panic.

"Be careful. Raegan has lost her mind. She blames us for her miscarriage and wants us dead because you saved me. Please, don't approach her..."

Mentioning the miscarriage was like poking a bear for Raegan, yet Lauren deliberately did so, prodding at her sorest spot.

Mitchel couldn't silence Lauren in time.

“Fuck off! Get Lost!" Raegan's cry was a blend of cold fury and deep sorrow, her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, bore into them with intense hatred.

Seeing that Mitchel stood still, Raegan seized a crystal decoration from the bedside table and hurled it at him.

Boom! It collided with Mitchel's chest with a dull thud, leaving his complexion ashen.

“Help! Someone, help!" Lauren's scream was frantic, echoing her fear of Raegan.

As the doctor rushed in, a still-shaking Lauren shouted, “Doctor, look at her. Isn't she insane? Shouldn't she be in a psychiatric ward? She's trying to kill us..."

“Shut up!" Mitchel's interruption was icy and abrupt.

He then ushered Lauren out of the room, showing a semblance of care.

Once back to Lauren's ward, Mitchel, with hands in his pockets, turned to Lauren and inquired, “What exactly did you say to Raegan?"

Lauren's heart fluttered when she heard this.