"Mitchel, if my presence bothers you that much, I'll just go. There's no need for that."

Reagan's eyes brimmed with tears, on the verge of spilling at any moment.

Mitchel let out a sneer, his patience worn thin.

"Oh, are you in a hurry? Eager to meet your boyfriend? Then, by all means, go!"

Anger clenched Raegan's jaw tight.

First, it was Alexis' brazen insults, and now Mitchel's mocking laughter.

Why did she subject herself to such degradation?

She had come of her own accord, only to be mocked and belittled!

The tears that she had fought to hold back now traced paths down her face.

With a silent swipe of her hands over her cheeks, Raegan turned to leave.

Yet, the moment she reached the door, a startling thud echoed behind her.

She stiffened, turned, and found Mitchel collapsed on the floor, his face ashen.

Alarmed, she hurried back to his side.

There he was, lying motionless, pain etched across his features.

Raegan's heart raced, her eyes welling up with tears.

“What is the matter, Mitchel? You're frightening me. Can you get up?"

Mitchel lay motionless. The freshly replaced gauze on his chest darkened with blood.

Fear seized Raegan, her thoughts scattering into oblivion.

Regaining her composure, she cried out, “Doctor! Someone, please, help!"

Silence followed. Frantically, she hit the bedside call button. As she attempted to rise, a hand yanked her back...