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Mitchel's Wrath Mitchel pressed his hand against Raegan's bleeding wound, and, with a fury that seemed almost lethal, he
snarled, "Why won't you tell me?" Despite his outburst, Raegan remained stoic and expressionless.
Then, she gave him a smile that held no warmth and sneered, "The pain is nothing compared to being with you." The hand
Mitchel had on her wound shook with unrestrained emotion, and his complexion turned deathly pale.
It was as though he himself had been stabbed multiple times by a dagger.
He never expected Raegan would harm herself just to divorce him.
Mitchel lifted his eyes and fixed them on her.
“Raegan, are you forcing me to make a decision?” "It's only because you pushed me first," Raegan shot back, the corners of her
mouth curled into a sneer.
Just then, the door burst open, and a flood of light spilled into the room.
A swarm of doctors and nurses rushed in for Raegan and began tending to her wound.
Raegan's spleen surgery was evident in the suture on her left upper abdomen.
Now, it had split open, revealing a mix of blood and flesh that was a gruesome sight.
Raegan, however, was uncooperative with the medical practitioners.
She extended her bloodstained hand toward Mitchel and commanded with a voice heavy with revulsion, "Get him out." The
attending doctor, a woman in her middle years, looked at Raegan, who reminded her of a shattered porcelain doll, and directed
at Mitchel with urgency, "Sir, you need to leave now!” Her request was practical.
It was to clear the room for treatment.
However, her voice carried an edge of contempt.
Raegan's recent ordeal had been grueling: a miscarriage, a ruptured spleen, and head trauma.
It had been a battle for the rescue team to stabilize her.
The patient's recent altercation with this man must be the reason why her wound had reopened..
Despite Mitchel's good looks, he seemed to lack empathy.
As the doctor administered painkillers and began to stitch the wound, she could not help but advise Raegan, "Young lady, your
body only belongs to yourself.
Don't hurt yourself for anything or anyone unworthy.
You'll only leave your family grieving...” Her family? Raegan was in excruciating pain right now.
But hearing the doctor's words, a deeper pain gripped her, and she burst into tears.
Her grandmother, her only family, had passed away.
The baby she had carried was supposed to be her new family, but that too was a dream now lost...
2 She no longer had a family in this word.
To help her rest, the doctor prescribed a sleeping pill.
Finally, after crying for a while, Raegan succumbed to sleep.
Mitchel, on the other hand, had been waiting outside the ward the whole time.
His gaze stayed glued to the ward door, unblinking.
When the attending doctor emerged, Mitchel approached her and asked with apparent concern, "How is she?” "She's stable
now," the doctor replied, her voice steady and professional.
"But the patient has been through a significant ordeal.
You must be more patient with her.
No more stimulation to her.
That case, her recovery will be smoother and easier." The doctor's advice seemed to sap the strength right out of Mitchel.
He understood that he was the very last person Raegan wanted to see at the moment.
In the next few days, Mitchel kept his distance from the ward.
Still, he ensured Raegan's care was constant.
He arranged for four nurses, who worked in shifts, to tend to her around the clock.
These nurses did more than just provide care.
They kept a close eye on Raegan and reported back to Mitchel on everything from her fluid intake to her dietary habits.
In his office, Mitchel stared at a photograph of Raegan's sleeping face, which was secretly captured by one of the nurses.
She looked so serene.
A pang of bitterness welled up in him as he realized she might never look that way with him.
When Matteo entered, he found Mitchel near the window.
Mitchel looked exhausted and lonely, and Matteo's heart sank at the sight of this.
Mitchel, without turning around, inquired, "How did the investigation go?" "The kidnappers’ escape went awry,” Matteo answered.
"Their vehicle went off a cliff, and then the car exploded.
There were no survivors.
We're still digging into whether the target was the Murray family or Miss Murray herself." With the kidnappers dead, the
investigation had gone to an dead end.
"Anything else?" Mitchel queried with a cold and expressionless face.
"The whereabouts of Miss Lloyd are still unknown, but we've located two kidnappers who were related to your wife's kidnapping.
Do you want to see them?" A flicker of malice crossed Mitchel's expression, and he ordered, "Set it up right now." In the dim light
of a suburban underground garage, the heavy iron door groaned open, releasing a wave of foul air.
Matteo coughed against the stench.
He walked forward and found the two vagrants, whose faces were covered with hoods, had soiled themselves due to the fright.
With a grimace, Matteo pulled the hoods down their heads even more, ensuring they didn't see anything.
The only sound for those two vagrants was the echo of approaching footsteps.
They bowed repeatedly and pleaded, "Sir, please let us go.
We're just poor and homeless.
Why are we here?” Bang! A sudden, violent crack cut the air.
The vagrants’ knees were ruthlessly shattered by the bodyguards using baseball bats.
Mitchel stepped closer and coldly asked, “Now, do you understand why you two are here?" Gripped by terror and desperate to
avoid another blow, the fat vagrant blurted out, "Is this about that job we took a few days ago?” Mitchel's silence confirmed his
fears, prompting him to spill the truth.
"We kidnapped a young woman in the hospital's underground parking a few days ago." A dark cloud passed over Mitchel's face.
Then, with a low and dangerous voice, he demanded, "Tell me what happened that day.
Leave nothing out." "Okay, okay!" The fat vagrant vigorously nodded his head.
“Just don't hit me again.
I'll tell you everything!" "Me too! I'll tell you every last bit!" his thin companion echoed.
In their haste, they tripped over their words as they recounted what had happened.
"Some ruthless woman hired us for the job," the fat vagrant added.
"She wanted us to fuck the lady and even asked us to lash her.
But we didn't know the one we kidnapped was pregnant.
Had we known...” A sharp crack interrupted him.
This time, these two vagrants’ arms bore the brunt.
"Ah! Stop it!" They screamed and writhed in agony.
Their arms were grotesquely deformed and dangling uselessly.
"I said, spare no details!" Mitchel bellowed.
His low voice sounded like the devil's from the depths of hell.
Panic-stricken, the fat vagrant stammered, "I hit her many times, tore her clothes...” "I used my belt to hit her, kicked her..." the
thin vagrant admitted as well.
His voice wavered, each word weaker than the last.
The more he spoke, the less courageous he became.
Mitchel's expression chilled to an icy mask.
Then, he commanded, "Before you hand them over to the police, make sure they're no longer a threat to anyone.” The vagrants’
eyes widened in terror at his words.
Not long after, their cries and wails filled the air, reverberating off the cold walls as the bodyguards carried out Mitchel’s grim
directive.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Nicole made it a habit to visit Raegan every day.
She would shoo the nurses away for some chit chat with Raegan.
The nurses did not complain.
After all, Mitchel had ordered them to take good care of Raegan.
Since Nicole was Raegan's good friend, they did not want to make things difficult for her.
Not too long after Nicole left, the door of the ward the door creaked open once again.
Lauren, in a wheelchair, approached Raegan's bed slowly.
Then, she flashed a smile and asked, "Raegan, how are you feeling?” Raegan frowned in disdain.
Not wanting to talk to her, she demanded, “Leave.” However, Lauren seemed to thrive on the tension.
A triumphant smile crept across her face.
"Why are you so worked up? | heard the little bastard..." She paused for a beat and pretended to cough.
"I heard that you miscarried, so 1 came here to see if you're doing well." Raegan recoiled, and her eyes brimmed with hurt and
fury.