With that, Mitchel released Lauren's hand, and she collapsed to the ground in a heap. She shook uncontrollably and was seemingly drained of her strength. Those who could see her right now would think she was some catastrophe's lone survivor.

Mitchel took a wet wipe and leisurely wiped his hands of Lauren's blood. He gazed coldly at Lauren, who looked pitiful like an abandoned dog, and declared, “If Tessa gets caught and I learn you two are accomplices, I'll make sure you're confined to a psychiatric ward for good."

With those words, he turned around and walked off with determined strides.

It took a while before Lauren realized the gravity of the situation.

She let out a piercing scream, and her eyes burned with fury.

How could Mitchel do this to her for Raegan! Did he think he could lock her away forever?

Once she got out, she swore to herself she would get even.

Lauren's gaze blazed with hatred, like a scorpion poised to unleash its venomous sting at any moment.

"Mitchel Dixon! You would regret this. Just wait and see! I swear to God, I will never forgive you!"

In Raegan's ward.

Raegan gazed silently at her right hand. She tried, with all her strength, to make a fist, but to no avail.

The nurse saw what Raegan was trying to do and felt a lump in her throat. Feeling sorry, she reassured Raegan, “You may not be able to exert much force, but you can still write. Just try not to stay in one position too long, or you might..."

She trailed midsentence upon realizing the significance of Raegan's right hand to her. Her voice faded to a whisper with every word. On second thought, she figured it would be best to give a piece of advice that could help Raegan in the long run.

“It might be better to use your left hand during the rehabilitation. That way, you won't strain your right hand."

Even after the nurse stepped out, Raegan continued to fix her gaze on her right hand without blinking.

The tendons had been severed by shards of glass that day, robbing her of the ability to grip a pen. That explained the tremor in her hand whenever she held something.

Sadly for Raegan, she could no longer draw or create art. She tried to tell herself everything would be okay since her right hand was not entirely out of commission.

But every time she looked at her trembling hand, she could not help but burst into tears, quickly dampening the white quilt beneath her.

What had she possibly done in her past life that God punished her like this?

The loss of her grandmother, the miscarriage of her beloved child, and now her hand was rendered useless...