Mitchel understood that Raeganâs words were meant to reassure Janey.
He moved closer to coax Janey, âYes, your mommy isnât mad at me.
I will do my best not to upset your mommy.
â
With that, Mitchel hugged Janey, gave Raegan a meaningful look, and declared, âDaddy will take you and your mommy home.
â
Raegan was at a loss for words.
Then, Mitchel gently took Raeganâs hand in his.
He gripped it firmly, sharing his warmth with Raeganâs cold hands.
Raegan tried to pull away but couldnât manage it.
Just as she was about to get angry, she heard Mitchelâs deep voice.
âLetâs take Janey home first, and we can talk about everything else later.
â
Janey was Raeganâs soft spot.
She instantly stopped trying to pull away and allowed Mitchel to hold her.
Mitchel had Matteo handle all the paperwork about discharge.
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Glancing at Raegan and Mitchel, Annis wanted to go back to the ward and pack Raeganâs stuff.
âIâll ride back in Mr.
Cliffordâs car.
â
Mitchelâs brow furrowed slightly, and he said gently to Annis, âYou donât have to bother Mr.
Clifford.
My assistant will drive you back.
â
Raegan was at a loss for words.
She noticed Mitchel had a playful side, making a big deal out of even small things to compete with Stefan.
Mitchel didnât grant Raegan the chance to say goodbye to Stefan at the hospital and took them straight to his car.
Raegan had no choice but to inform Stefan through calls.
After the call, Mitchel looked quite unhappy, maintaining a sullen mood during the drive.
Janey, exhausted from playing all morning, dozed off in Mitchelâs arms.
When they reached the villa, Mitchel carried Janey to her room, carefully laying her on the bed.
He then knelt down, took off Janeyâs shoes, and tucked her in with a light blanket.
Raegan observed his tender actions, finding herself momentarily speechless.
Sensing Mitchel was about to leave, Janey mumbled in her sleep, âDaddy⦠Donât goâ¦â
Her soft voice clenched Mitchelâs heart with a pain he couldnât shake off.
Mitchel crouched down once more, tenderly holding Janeyâs small hand, gently stroking the blanket, and murmured, âDaddyâs here.
Janey, go back to sleepâ¦â
Mitchel waited until Janey fell back into a deep sleep before he carefully pulled away his hand and stood up to leave.
Raegan, gazing at Janeyâs peaceful face, felt a surge of emotions.
Yet, she realized she had to brace herself for what was ahead.
She inhaled deeply and walked forward with a heavy heart.
Upon opening the door, she saw Mitchel standing by the second-floor balcony, his figure statuesque.
He rested against the railing, his outline strikingly distinct, holding an unlit cigarette, deep in thought.