To Luciana, today seemed to be turning out rather well!

She was aware, however, that Alexis would seek retribution, prompting her to snap a few shots of his current disheveled state.

Alexis inquired alertly, “What are you doing?"

With a slight pout, Luciana retorted, "What do you think? I'm capturing the moment of the distinguished Mr. Dixon, who seems quite distressed at the moment!"

“How dare you! Stop that at once!"

Alexis, who prized his reputation greatly, couldn't stand the thought of anyone seeing him in such a state!

Luciana, her mind on Mitchel, had no desire to linger with Alexis.

“Scared, are you? Then get the fuck out now!"

Enraged, Alexis’ lips quivered as he spat, "A true gentleman doesn't quarrel with a lady like you. You'll get yours next time!"

With that, he clutched his forehead and hurried downstairs, seeking a doctor and hoping to avoid recognition.

Meanwhile, Luciana rushed to the ward. Finding Mitchel still prostrate on the bed, his lips colorless and his chest adorned with blood-stained pink gauze, her heart wrenched.

Her voice quaking, she asked, “Mitchel, what happened? Are you in pain? Why not summon the doctor?"

She quickly pressed the call button, urging the doctor to attend to the bleeding.

The doctor faced a challenge in redressing the reopened wound.

Once the gauze was replaced, Mitchel's complexion turned ghostly pale.

Witnessing this, Luciana felt as if her heart was being cleaved with a blade.

"Does it still hurt, Mitchel?"

Mitchel lifted his gaze and spoke flatly.

"Don't worry. I'm alright."

Luciana's eyes brimmed with tears. Alright? How could he be?