Lifting her eyes, Lauren saw Mitchel bathed in the glow of the bright light, looking strikingly handsome.

Her heart raced, as always, at the sight of him.

Affection filled her eyes as she softly asked, "What's the matter, Mitchel?"

Mitchel's voice was icy as he declared, "You won't need to travel to Swynborough for the surgery."

Lauren's joy was overwhelming, as if a diamond had fallen from the sky and struck her.

She asked with a bright smile, "Really? You wouldn't deceive me, would you?"

"I've never lied to you," Mitchel replied.

This sudden surge of happiness reignited her dream of marrying Mitchel once more.

As she reached out to embrace Mitchel, he unexpectedly stepped back.

Bang! In her attempt, Lauren failed to hold onto Mitchel and, driven by momentum, tumbled from her wheelchair to the floor.

"Ouch!" She let out a pained cry, tears welling up in her eyes.

Lying there, Lauren gazed up with tear-filled eyes and whined childishly, "Mitchel, it hurts so much..."

“Can't you stand up?" Mitchel inquired, his voice cold.

His magnetic tone momentarily distracted Lauren.

She almost knelt before him, captivated by the enticing presence of his suit-clad legs. Feeling a rush of warmth, her voice turned more pleading and seductive.

“It hurts... Lift me up..

Anticipating a romantic turn, Lauren hoped Mitchel would carry her to bed. Instead, his response was blunt.

"Then stay down."

Lauren stared at him, shocked and disbelieving.

"What did you say, Mitchel?" she asked.