“Why do you even care?"

His words left Raegan speechless, sensing his resentment toward her.

But the reason for his anger eluded her, and she chose not to probe.

Raegan unscrewed the lid of her thermal pot, dishing out a bowl of porridge for Mitchel.

This porridge was tailored to aid Mitchel's recovery. It had taken her some time to make it, which explained her late arrival at the hospital.

She offered the bowl to Mitchel, suggesting, “Try some porridge."

But Mitchel, wearing a frosty look, remained silent. He feigned interest in a financial magazine instead.

Raegan held out the bowl patiently, but Mitchel showed no intention of accepting it.

Feeling slightly awkward, she set the bowl on the bedside table.

A gloomy air filled the room.

Confused by Mitchel's coldness, Raegan simply sat down and began messaging Nicole.

Mitchel's irritation grew upon seeing Raegan texting so nonchalantly, thinking she was unwilling to pay him a visit.

He bit his lip, holding back his anger, fearing he'd lash out at Raegan once more.

Soon, Mitchel made a move to rise, his chest wound protesting the motion with a tight pull, casting a shadow over his expression.

Raegan, moved by pity, instinctively reached out to assist him.

Clap! Mitchel's hand came down sharply on hers.

His slap was forceful, loaded with aversion to her touch.

The sting left Raegan's hand red, her eyes welling up immediately.

Alexis had hurled insults at her, calling her derogatory names, yet none of that compared to the sorrow she felt now.

Mitchel's reluctance to see her was obvious, yet he didn't make it known to Luciana. Had he done so, she wouldn't have come at all.