Raegan recited Mitchel's phone number. After dialing it, Luciana asked curiously, "Who is this?"

Raegan replied, "My husband."

“Okay." Luciana held out the phone to her.

“Ermm... Could you please speak to him for me?"

Raegan still hadn't gotten used to the pain. In the past, she always called Mitchel at the slightest injuries. She usually burst into tears as soon as she heard his voice.

Now that their marriage was coming to an end, she felt she had no right to cry to him.

The last thing she wanted was to show her vulnerability to him. She was afraid that she would lose control and burst into tears.

“Okay, what should I tell him?" Luciana agreed readily and asked.

“Tell him that I can't make it to the appointment this morning. But I'll be at the court at two o'clock this afternoon."

Luciana paused for a moment before saying, “Got it.”

The line went through shortly after.

For some reason, Luciana turned and whispered on the phone. Raegan pricked up her ears. However, she couldn't make out the conversation.

She just heard Luciana say that they were in the hospital.

Luciana hung up and turned to Raegan again. With a smile, she said, "Raegan, I hope you don't mind me telling your husband exactly why you can't make it to the appointment."

"It's okay, Luciana. It doesn't matter." Raegan bit the insides of her lips. Whether Luciana said it or not, Mitchel wouldn't care about her anyway.

"Are you getting married to this man today?"

"Nah, quite the opposite. We're getting divorced," Raegan answered honestly.

"Divorce?" Luciana asked in surprise, "Why?"

Raegan raised a brow, wondering why Luciana was so interested in her business. Didn't Luciana know the word, privacy?

Reading her mind, Luciana smiled and explained, "Bear with me, Raegan I have been through this myself. Honestly, I think you are impulsive."