As she spoke, she felt a sudden chill. She looked up and met Mitchel's icy stare.

"Who said you have the right to judge?" he snarled, which sent shivers down Eloise's spine.

"Mitchel, I..."

Mitchel had no interest in listening to her and cut her off with a cold look, "Raegan never chased after me. It was always the other way around.

Eloise's heart sank, and tears welled up in her eyes.

“How can you say that, Mitchel? Your father said I'd be your wife..."

"He doesn't make my decisions," Mitchel replied sharply. Not wanting to talk to her anymore, he took his wallet and dismissed her bluntly, "Leave now. I don't want to see you again."

At the entrance of the mall, Nicole noticed Raegan's swollen ankle and felt a surge of anger toward Mitchel.

Raegan's condition worsened with each step. With a sigh, Nicole supported Raegan and offered, “I'll bring the car around. Wait for me here."

As night fell, the dim street lights flickered on.

Standing at the door, Raegan was engulfed in sadness. Then, she felt something cold on her face. She touched it and realized they were tears.

Before she could ponder further, Nicole's car headlights illuminated her.

Not wanting Nicole to see her tears, Raegan quickly wiped them away.

In the car, Nicole tried to lighten the mood with humor.

A few moments later, she peered into her rearview mirror and frowned.

"Doesn't that guy in the car behind us look like that jerk Mitchel?"

Raegan glanced back and saw a silver luxury car.

It was hard to identify the driver.

Knowing Mitchel's collection of cars, Raegan could not be certain it was him.

Nicole could not see the driver clearly as well, so she just offered a reminder.