Mitchel started to follow, but Lauren, clutching his trouser leg, cried out in pain.
âMy stomach⦠I think Iâm bleedingâ¦â
A pool of vivid red appeared on the floor.
Mitchel, frowning, turned to Matteo who had just entered.
âTake her to the hospital.
Keep a close eye on her, and ensure nothing goes wrong.
â
Mitchel then left Lauren and hurried after Raegan.
Lauren bit her lip, feeling abandoned.
She dared not cause further trouble, remembering the suffering she had in the mental hospital.
Lauren knew she had to maintain her composure and avoid a confrontation with Raegan.
Challenging Raegan openly could only make her life more miserable.
With her fists clenched tightly, Lauren reassured herself that this humiliation was only temporary.
She was determined to reclaim everything she believed was rightfully hers!
Meanwhile, Mitchel found Raegan arguing with bodyguards by the elevator.
âLet me go! What right do you have to keep me here?â
At Mitchelâs signal, the guards stepped aside.
As Raegan moved to leave, Mitchel caught her waist from behind, lifting her into the elevator.
âDonât touch me!â
Despite her resistance, Raegan cautiously refrained from struggling too fiercely, fearing a fall.
âPlease, Mitchel, donât touch me with your filthy hands,â Raegan pleaded, her voice thick with repulsion.
But Mitchel ignored her protests.
He helped her into the car and secured the seatbelt.
Raegan tried to escape, but as Mitchel settled into the driverâs seat, he restrained her hands to her chest, holding her firmly in place.
Raeganâs anger boiled over, her face flushed with fury.
âYou bastard!
Go back to your precious Lauren.
If youâre so fond of each other, why not release me from this misery? Do you take pleasure in tormenting me? Bastard! Jerk! Youâre nothing more than an animal!â
Remembering how Mitchel had imprisoned her, mistreated her, yet cared for Lauren, who was pregnant, Raeganâs rage intensified.
Lauren, though not directly responsible for the attack, had masterminded it, providing Tessa with the means and support.
Even if Tessa was out of the picture, it didnât change the fact that Lauren had played a role in the loss of her child.
Raegan glared at Mitchel, her anger unbridled.
âGet your hands off me.
Iâm done with this charade.
Iâll explain to your grandpa myself!â
She couldnât stand the thought that Mitchel was in the same car as her.
The thought of Mitchel secretly aiding the person behind their first childâs demise filled her with uncontrollable fury.
Mitchel, noting Raeganâs pallor and labored breathing, felt concerned.
He softened his tone, âRaegan, please, just calm down for a moment.
â
Determined not to let him touch her, Raegan clasped her hands tightly, forcing herself to regain composure.
As her breathing steadied and she quieted down, Mitchel loosened his grip and tried to explain, âThings arenât what you think.
â