Chapter 492

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The demand for cash posed a dilemma, as Brent had no bank account to transfer the money to. How could Raegan carry such a large amount of cash?

However, Brent insisted on seeing the money before divulging anything.

That's when Stefan intervened: "I have." He then took twenty stacks of money from the car safe and handed them to Brent.

Brent scrutinized the money, his gaze sharp. It seemed like there were more than a million in that safe. I'd always heard rumors that rich people kept cash in their vehicles for emergencies. The ease with which someone could hide a hundred thousand or more in their car for emergencies spoke volumes about their wealth.

Raegan, noticing Brent's barely concealed greed, urged him, "Hurry up and talk."

After checking the twenty piles, Brent led Raegan to a quieter place and began his story in a measured tone: “Years ago, after a night of carousing, my brother-in-law came to meet me at a tavern. On the way back, we stumbled upon a pile of garbage, where we heard a baby's cries carrying through the night. It was disturbing. I asked him to keep driving, but he felt compelled to investigate.

I stayed behind, but shortly after I saw him rescue a child from a sack. The girl's head was wrapped in a thick plastic bag, apparently with the intention of suffocating her. Miraculously, a stray stick had pierced the bag and plastic, allowing the girl to breathe. My brother-in-law took the girl home and, coincidentally, his daughter fell seriously ill and died of acute encephalitis that same night.

My sister had died prematurely, leaving behind this only descendant.

To avoid my mother's displeasure, my brother-in-law decided to raise the child as his own, hiding the truth from her. Given my mother's poor vision and the child's underdeveloped features, the deception went unnoticed.

Brent's detailed account left Raegan speechless. She realized that she was the girl in the story.

Brent added: "I've told everything and I haven't lied. "I had sworn never to reveal this to my mother."

Brent's brother-in-law, Raegan's adoptive father, stood as a testament to the decency that remained in Brent's world. After the loss of Brent's sister, his brother-in-law had become a pillar for the family, enduring all challenges to ensure their well-being.

He was a beacon of kindness in a harsh world.

If it hadn't been for a tragic accident that claimed his brother-in-law's life, Brent reflected, with such a decent man around him, he wouldn't have had bad company like he did and the game that led him astray.

Once Brent left, Raegan found herself caught up in the aftermath of the revelation, struggling to come to terms with the magnitude of the truth.

If there was any truth to Brent's story, it meant that not only had she gotten lost as a child, but someone had deliberately attacked her. To think that a six-year-old girl could cause such evil seemed absurd.

Who could want to harm him and why?

The effort to piece together these thoughts made Raegan's head spin.

The blood clot in his brain had not yet fully resolved and deep thoughts were causing intense headaches.

Stefan, noticing her discomfort, quickly came to her aid, catching her in time.

Overcome with pain, Raegan collapsed against his shoulder, as if she were hugging him.

Not far from this scene, an elegant and dark luxury car parked stealthily. Matteo, who was watching them from a short distance, wished he had taken back what he had said.

Just before, Matteo had suggested that they wouldn't know for sure when Raegan would show up so waiting on the side of the road, while waiting for Raegan in the parking lot seemed like a more sensible idea. He now regretted his words, given the scene unfolding before them.

Catching a glimpse of Mitchel's reaction in the rearview mirror and noticing his darkened face, Matteo asked tentatively, "Mr. Dixon, could we...?"

Mitchel cut him off abruptly: “That car is in the way. Attack him.

Matteo was surprised. «Oh?

Mitchel, withdrawing his attention from the duo cradling him, repeated firmly and clearly: "Speed ​​up!"

Suddenly, loud horn sounds echoed around Raegan and Stefan.

Raegan looked up and saw a car speeding toward them.

Stefan instinctively put his arms around Raegan and backed away.

However, the car was not heading towards them. He was heading to Stefan's black limousine.

“Boom!” The collision was shockingly strong.

The nose of Stefan's limo crumpled, while the car that took the hit had only minor damage, mostly to the bumper, all part of Matteo's precise calculation. His hands were drenched in sweat from tension.

Matteo had known of Mitchel's madness when he was overcome with jealousy and would never let Mitchel do the beating. He controlled the speed and force better when hitting Stefan's car under Mitchel's guidance. If it had been Mitchel behind the wheel, Stefan's black limousine could have been completely totaled.

Raegan, already fighting a headache, felt her strength drain from the blow and fell into Stefan's embrace.

The door of the car that had been hit flew open. Shiny leather shoes fell to the floor.

Mitchel, with one hand in his pocket, approached Stefan and Raegan with deliberate steps. His dark suit radiated a serious and deep aura that did not mask his natural authority.

Stefan was visibly upset. No man could stay calm in this situation and Stefan was no exception. "What is it about, Mr. Dixon?" he asked, his voice low and his eyes slightly half-closed, remaining polite but with a firm tone.

Mitchel's eyes scanned Stefan's protective embrace of Raegan, his gaze icy and mysterious, his lips trembling slightly. "This was nothing more than an accidental collision."

Stefan's pupils deepened, picking up on Mitchel's underlying threats. Today was just a collision, and tomorrow? A person?

Stefan and Mitchel stood in a tense silence, their eyes locked in a fierce confrontation, neither of them giving in.

Raegan regained her strength and blinked, then straightened abruptly when she saw Mitchel, his expression stern. «Mitchel, have you lost your mind? What did you just do? Why are you here?

At first I had thought it was just an illusion. After all, Mitchel, who was supposed to be in the hospital to rest, was before her.

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