The teary-eyed woman fetched her bag and looked inside it. She then said excitedly, "Yes, they are still there. Thank you so much, miss.

Don't say anything more. Let me send you to the hospital now."

Minutes later, the ambulance arrived in front of an hospital.

A doctor examined Raegan and determined she wasn't badly injured.

Raegan only had a few bruises and a cut in her palm.

As the doctor stitched the cut, the woman whose purse was stolen, stayed by Raegan's side the whole time. Raegan buried her face in the woman's shoulder, too scared to look at the needle.

She had a phobia for needles and had a low tolerance for pain since she was little.

She was such a softie for someone who was born into hardship.

Any pain would be magnified to an unbearable extent.

Worse still, she had lied to the doctor that she was allergic to anesthesia just so her baby wouldn't get hurt.

The stitching made her scalp go numb. She clenched her teeth and burst into tears.

The bag owner's heart broke for Raegan. She wished she could take Raegan's pain away.

After the doctor left, it took Raegan a long time to remember her appointment for the divorce.

Was Mitchel already waiting for her?

Raegan took out her phone to give Mitchel a call. She wasn't used to using her left hand, so the phone dropped to the floor and tripped off.

The woman helped her pick it up.

“Please don't move. I'll help you with whatever it is."

On the way here, the two of them had exchanged pleasantries. The woman introduced herself as Luciana Lloyd.

“Luciana, could you please help me make a call?"

“sure! What's the number?"