After all, the Dixon family had yet to welcome any grandchildren.
If Mitchel refused to divorce Raegan, it would undoubtedly involve custody battles over Janey.
With Mitchelâs grandfatherâs passing, Alexis had taken control of fifty percent of the Dixon Groupâs shares.
Luis doubted Alexis would accept Raeganâs child, whether it was biologically Mitchelâs or not.
Every time Janey crossed his mind, Mitchel experienced an inexplicable sensation.
It felt as if his heart brimmed with warmth.
Putting his arm on the armrest, Mitchel stated with unwavering resolve, âIf Raegan doesnât object, Iâd like to formally adopt the little girl and welcome her into the Dixon family.
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Luis was rendered speechless by that declaration.
He hadnât anticipated Mitchelâs willingness to embrace Raegan and another manâs child.
It was truly beyond his expectations.
Clinking his glass against Mitchelâs, Luis advised, âDonât mention this idea to Raegan.
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Mitchel raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
âWhy not?â
âYou fool!â Luis chuckled, chiding, âPut yourself in her shoes.
Do you think Raegan will be delighted if she discovers youâre planning to take her child away from her?â
Luis wanted to add that Mitchelâs intentions were quite obvious, given the expression on his face.
Luis arched an eyebrow.
It appeared that Raeganâs child must be exceptionally adorable.
He resolved to meet Janey when he had the chance.
Midway through their drinking spree, Jarrodâs phone abruptly rang.
Uncertainty filled the room as Jarrodâs countenance darkened while conversing on the phone.
After concluding the call, Jarrod rose abruptly and exited.
Luis gazed at Jarrodâs departing figure and released a heavy sigh.
Since Nicoleâs passing, Jarrod seemed trapped in perpetual torment.
Luis had made futile attempts to persuade him.
Eventually, Mitchel spiraled into a similar abyss.
Observing his two closest friends grappling with profound melancholy, Luis couldnât help but feel helpless.
Fortunately, Mitchel had summoned the strength to lift his spirits, driven by his motherâs presence.
Finally, a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon.
The only way to assuage Jarrodâs guilt was to attend to Nicoleâs mother during the latterâs final moments.
Meanwhile, there were busting sounds in the area.
Jarrod arrived at the club.
He began kicking open the doors, one by one.
Initially, the revelers inside were startled by his aggressive entrance, but their astonishment quickly gave way to enraged curses.
Jarrod paid no heed to the verbal barrage and continued his search, moving on to the next room.
Observing Jarrodâs violent outburst, the clubâs manager, Jemma Acosta, grew fearful.
She hurried over, lit a cigarette, and attempted to pacify Jarrod.