With a cold smirk, Mitchel declared, “Lauren, I've given you plenty of chances."

Stunned, Lauren felt a sense of dread wash over her.

Desperate, she reached out to grasp his leg, tears streaming down her face.

"Mitchel..." she pleaded.

But it was too late.

Her hand barely grazed his trouser hem when she saw him lift his polished leather shoes and bring them down mercilessly.

The hard soles crushed her hand, and Lauren's fingers felt like they were being shattered. The intense pain whitened her face as she screamed in terror.

“Mitchel... What's happening? I... I'm Lauren..." she cried.

But Mitchel's sympathy for Lauren had evaporated, his protection for her squandered.

Crack! The cruel crunching of her fingers under his feet echoed ominously, a sound as chilling as the approach of death itself.

Mitchel's expression was icy, his eyes glinting with a malice reminiscent of the devil. He declared, "I've made it clear that Raegan is my bottom line, yet you persist in crossing it."

Lauren's agony triggered a flood of tears. Desperately, she cried out, "It's not as you think... Don't listen to Nicole... I didn't do it..."

Her words quivered, lacking conviction.

Mitchel crouched before her, forcefully turning her face toward him.

His tone was icy as he asked, "You think I'd trust Nicole?"

This question sparked a glimmer of hope in Lauren. Tears the size of beans streamed down her cheeks as she pleaded mournfully, “Mitchel, if you don't believe her, why are you doing this to me? I never said those things. It's your child. How could I call it a bastard?"

Suddenly, Lauren froze in place.

Mitchel had clicked on a video and played it in front of her.

"You and that little bastard... It's better that it's gone..."

Her harsh speech and brutal expression were captured clearly.