Erick didnât hesitate to address Mitchel by his family name, cutting through any pretense given Raegan and Mitchel had already met.
There was no need for him to feign ignorance.
In addition, he had taken the initiative to investigate Mitchel, leaving no room for hidden truths.
âShe is your sister?â Narrowing his eyes in contemplation, Mitchel recalled his previous encounter with Erick.
It struck him that Erick was the father of the lovely little girl he had met before.
During their interaction before, the airport staff had referred to Erick as Mr.
Foster.
The Foster family? Mitchel had heard that it was a prominent family that had some business dealing with international flights.
However, he couldnât help but ask himself how Raegan ended up becoming the daughter of the Foster family.
Erick opted for transparency.
After all, Mitchel would uncover the truth as soon as he investigated.
Without beating around the bush, Erick said plainly, âRaegan went lost when she was a little girl.
We only managed to find her a few years ago.
â
Mitchelâs gaze darkened as it settled on the delicate woman beside Erick.
Raegan Foster?
âMr.
Dixon, your actions toward my sister amount to attempted I will reserve the right to sue you,â Erick declared, holding Raegan protectively.
âAttempted r@pe?â Mitchel responded impassively, his eyes clouded with gloom.
Then, a derisive sneer played on his lips.
âDonât you know I am her husband?â
Infuriated, Raegan couldnât tolerate Mitchelâs audacity any longer.
Exasperated by Mitchelâs claims of marriage, she couldnât fathom why anyone would willingly tie the knot with him.
She internally wanted to beat him up.
Raegan tugged at Erickâs arm and said angrily, âLetâs go, Erick.
Donât waste time reasoning with this Lunatic!â
Pointing at her head, she added, âI think there is something wrong with him.
â
She wondered why he had brought her here and insisted she was his wife.
Mitchelâs handsome facade instantly contorted with fury upon hearing Raeganâs words.
As Raegan clutched Erickâs arm, her gaze fixed on him filled with vigilance, Mitchelâs heart twisted in pain, and his demeanor grew cold.
âRaegan, come over to my side,â Mitchel demanded.
In response to his words, Raegan shot back with annoyance, âI have told you multiple times that you have mistaken me for someone else.
â
Looking at Mitchelâs bloodied forehead and injured hand, she continued in a cold tone, âConsider this a warning.
If you pull a stunt like this again, I wonât hesitate to call the police.
â
âHavenât I already said it? You are my wife.
Why wonât you believe me?â Mitchel stubbornly insisted, his expression unwavering.
âI can recognize you with just one glance.
â How could he mistake the love of his life for someone else? This was Raegan, his woman.
Unconvinced by Mitchelâs persistence, Raegan began to worry that he might be seriously unwell, making reasoning with him an uphill battle.
If Mitchel was truly insane, there was a risk he might repeat his actions.
Worse yet, she might not be able to bring him to justice due to his unstable state of mind.
Raegan looked at him and frowned.
âMr.
Dixon, if you are unwell, go see a doctor.
Donât mess around with others, okay?â Raegan suggested seriously.