When Mitchel entered the room, the sight of her crying gripped his heart with pain as if it were pierced by countless needles.

Though usually decisive, Mitchel found himself at a loss and unsure how to approach her.

He did not know how to comfort the woman he loved.

For the first time, he deeply despised himself. Raegan was correct.

He had been so negligent, allowing Lauren to inflict pain on her time and again.

Now that he had finally realized how stupid he was, he refused to waste another moment slip.

Mitchel stepped forward and opened her mouth to speak.

However, Raegan would not even glance his way. She treated him as if he was invisible.

She paid no attention to Mitchel whatsoever.

After several days of rest, Raegan had not put on any weight and had become frail and as delicate as paper.

And she looked nothing like a girl of her age, who was supposed to be full of vigor and vitality.

Regret surged in Mitchel's heart at the sight of her. He extended his hand to catch a falling tear from her cheek. But at that moment, her expression shifted.

Raegan recoiled and asked warily, “What are you doing?"

The wariness in Raegan's gaze deepened the ache in Mitchel's chest.

Nonetheless, he tried his best to maintain calm and composed and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you eaten anything tonight?"

Raegan smiled sarcastically.

“Mitchel, this isn't exactly the time for small talk, is it?"

Mitchel swallowed hard. After a tense moment, he informed her, “Lauren's been sent to a psychiatric facility."

It would have been good news if it was in the past. But now, Raegan was unmoved. Where Lauren ended up meant nothing to her now. After all, Lauren was only significant to her when she still had feelings for Mitchel.

But those days were over. She was now done with Mitchel, so she did not care about Lauren anymore.