He held her hand and put it on the wound of his chest. Then he said with a trace of humbleness and begging in his tone, “Raegan, please don't lie to me. It hurts so much here. Don't you feel sorry for me?"

Raegan put on a straight face and kept on her acting.

"I am not lying to you."

"You little liar," Mitchel firmly remarked.

“I don't care whether you believe me or not," Raegan said calmly.

She brushed off his hand and said, “Let go of me first."

“No, I won't," Mitchel refused stubbornly.

Raegan was annoyed. She pushed him and stood up.

But she was surprised when she heard a loud thump.

It turned out that Mitchel bumped into the bedside table. He groaned in pain.

Raegan was stunned. She didn't use much strength. How did he fall like that?

But when she saw the cold sweat on his forehead and his pale face, she realized something was really wrong with him.

She panicked at once.

Mitchel was injured. Even if Raegan didn't use much strength, he might still not stand it.

When Raegan saw the beads of sweat on Mitchel's forehead, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly reached out to ring the bell.

But suddenly, Mitchel grabbed her hand and said, “You haven't answered my question yet."

Raegan was a little annoyed. Mitchel was already sweating profusely in pain. How could he still care about her answer?

"Raegan..." Mitchel murmured, holding her hand, unwilling to let her go. His face turned pale.

When Raegan saw his face, bitterness surged in her heart.

Did it really matter whether she was lying to him or not?