But before he lost consciousness, he saw Raegan look back at him.

Mitchel was somehow relieved. At last, she had cast a glance his way.

But the truth was, Raegan did not turn around. It was just his imagination.

When Mitchel's eyes fluttered open, he found himself staring at the white ceiling of a hospital room. Matteo had brought him here.

Mitchel had not slept for days. With exhaustion taking its toll on him and his surge of anger, he vomited blood and passed out.

“Has she come by?" Mitchel asked. The first thing he thought of when he woke up was Raegan.

Of course, Matteo knew very well who Mitchel was talking about. He could not help but be flustered as Mitchel stared at him expectantly.

Regardless, he had no choice but to speak the truth.

"No, Mr. Dixon."

“But did you tell her I'm here?" Mitchel queried with a flicker of hope in his eyes.

"Yes, I've called her."

"And what did she say?"

Matteo recalled what Raegan had said and recounted it to Mitchel verbatim.

"She said, ‘Isn't he in the hospital? Why call me? I'm not a doctor. You'd be better off calling Luis. And, Mitchel and I are divorced. There's no need to update me on his condition. '"

Matteo reported everything to Mitchel without sparing any details.

After a long, deafening silence, Mitchel bellowed, "Leave!"

The door clicked shut behind Matteo, but the sounds of distress from within the room reached him nonetheless.

He sighed deeply and mused on the perils of love. From what he had witnessed, he vowed to avoid marriage himself.

Meanwhile, after returning to her house in Crystal Bay, Raegan did not go out for a whole week.

The hospital had not been a place of rest for her. But now that the divorce was over and she was in her own space, she surrendered to sleep. She indulged in a carefree lifestyle, eating just once a day, and spent most of the past three days sleeping.