"Come over tonight. I miss your home-cooked soup."

After a moment of contemplation, she got up.

After a brief contemplation, she decided to face the situation head-on. She needed to clarify that her actions the previous night were a result of excessive drinking.

She couldn't fully take responsibility for her actions because of the alcohol.

Yes. Well, she was drunk!

She pledged that there wouldn't be a repeat!

With her reasoning settled, she went to the supermarket and selected a particularly exquisite piece of beef tenderloin from the chilled display, along with the necessary ingredients.

When she went back home, she meticulously cleaned everything and simmered it. The enticing aroma of the soup filled the air after nearly three hours of cooking.

With the soup ready, Raegan carried the thermos and hailed a taxi to the hospital.

Yet, upon arriving at the hospital entrance, she encountered Luciana.

It seemed Luciana was also planning to visit Mitchel, and upon seeing Raegan, Luciana initiated the conversation.

"Raegan, do you have a moment? Care to have a talk with me for a while?"

Raegan felt a tightening in her chest.

The way Luciana addressed her spoke volumes.

Quickly regaining her composure, Raegan smiled.

“Of course, Luciana."

Luciana and Raegan went to a cafe near the hospital.

Luciana still looked a bit pale. She was obviously not in good condition yet.

She sat down, looked at Raegan with a faint smile, and said, "Raegan, thank you for taking care of Mitchel these days. You are really a big help. I heard from the doctor that Mitchel is recovering very well."

“Don't mention it. It's the least I can do," Raegan replied.