He said in a frustrated tone, "Take a look at these!"

Mitchel's frustration was palpable. He had used such force when throwing the reports that two pieces of paper scraped Raegan's face.

Raegan felt a little pain when the sharp edge of the paper scraped a red mark on her face.

Though she said nothing, she picked up the reports and began to read.

The report read, “Premature heart valve contractions... Multiple organs showing signs of decline..."

Many of the medical terms were beyond her comprehension, but she could discern that Kyler's condition was far from good.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and a teardrop fell onto the paper.

Seeing the teardrop, Mitchel stiffened, his anger subsiding.

He wondered if he had been too harsh in his words.

Seeing the red marks on her face scraped by the paper, Mitchell felt a pang of distress. He couldn't help extending his hand to alleviate her pain.

However, when Raegan saw his hand reaching out, her expression quickly changed. She blocked his hand and said hastily, “I'm sorry.

I won't tell Kyler about our divorce."

Mitchel's hand hung in the air, frozen and motionless.

What did her expression mean?

Did she honestly think he would hit her?

Regardless of how upset he had ever been, he never raised a hand against her. How could she possibly think he would resort to violence?

ALL of a sudden, Mitchel felt heartbroken.

The next moment, Raegan said, "I promise I won't tell him about our divorce, but I don't want to act like an affectionate couple with you in front of him. So, the next time you and I visit him, let's go separately on different days to avoid any awkwardness, okay?"

A heavy silence filled the car.

Mitchel clenched the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his lips pressed into a thin line.