However, he hung up the phone without believing even a single word she said.

When those hooligans beat her up, she did her best to protect her belly. Her baby had accompanied her for a long time. But in the end, her baby couldn't survive.

Mitchel's face turned as pale as a sheet, and his heart hurt as if it was being crushed.

That phone call was the most regrettable moment of his life.

“Raegan, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry."

He knew she wouldn't accept his apology. But he didn't know what else to say except sorry. He felt so helpless at the moment.

For the first time, he knew what it meant to be helpless. If he could, he would sacrifice his life to bear the pain for her.

His heart was also crushed when their baby was gone.

Every time he thought of their baby, he felt like his heart was pricked by countless thorns.

But he knew that his pain was far less than one-tenth of Raegan's.

After all, she suffered too much.

Raegan's long eyelashes flickered slightly, and pearl-like teardrops fell along her pale face one after another.

“Mitchel, I'm begging you again now. Please let me go. Don't make me hate you more."

The word “beg" was like a knife, cutting every inch of Mitchel's body. The pain seemed unbearable.

He could no longer stand it. He staggered back, feeling the fresh smell of blood in his throat.

It had only been a few minutes, but he felt like they had been there for a very long time.

He felt the cold wind blow on his face. He looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay." Mitchel could no longer bear to see Raegan this miserable, so he finally agreed.

The next day, Mitchel returned to the hospital in the afternoon.

He helped Raegan complete the discharge formalities, then they drove to the court.

On their way, there was pin-drop silence in the car. It was as if silence was the last harmony between them.