Unexpectedly, during her visit to Raegan's ward, the recorder slipped under the bed as she reached for her phone, accidentally turning on.

Lauren entered Raegan's ward soon after her departure, which was fortunate as the recorder's battery life was limited.

“No! You faked all these!"

Quivering, Lauren clutched at Mitchel's sleeve, imploring, "Mitchel, don't listen to her. She's still slandering me. These are fabrications, a result of Raegan's jealousy. It's a plot to hurt me through Nicole, I'm sure of it!"

Lauren vehemently denied her words and asserted she was being framed.

"Jealous of you?" Nicole responded with a smirk, “Don't you own a mirror? Is Raegan envious of your overdone hyaluronic acid treatments, your talent for enticing married men, or perhaps jealous that you were born to be a bitch?"

Each of Nicole's words pierced Lauren's heart like a dagger.

Had Mitchel not been here, Lauren would have lunged at Nicole in fury.

At this moment, Mitchel disengaged his clothes from Lauren's grip and gazed down at Lauren.

“Lauren, do you recall my previous warning?"

He was referring to the caution he had issued the night when he handed Jocelyn over to the police.

A wave of coldness swept over Lauren, sending shivers down her spine.

Pinching herself, tears began to flow freely.

“Mitchel, it's not true. Don't trust her. She's siding with Raegan...

She must be helping Raegan frame me..."

"Ha-ha!" Nicole scoffed.

"Should there be any doubts, I wouldn't hesitate to have an expert verify the recording."

“Shut up!" Lauren snapped in anger.

"You're best friends, right?

Obviously, you'd collaborate to set me up!"