At dawn, Janey called, expressing her longing for Raegan and Mitchel.
Raegan talked to Janey for a bit, trying to comfort her.
After the call, Raegan went back to Mitchelâs side to check his temperature.
It was 98.
78 degrees Fahrenheit! She was relieved to see that his fever hadnât come back.
The tension sheâd been feeling all night started to fade.
Raegan sat at the bedside, caressing Mitchelâs face, and whispered, âMitchel, please wake up, okay? Letâs wake up and have a happy life togetherâ¦â
Mitchel didnât move.
The sadness in Raeganâs heart grew little by little.
She clasped his wrist, pressing it gently against her cheek to feel his pulse.
The rhythmic thumping was a soothing presence.
Then, out of nowhere, a loud crash.
Someone barged into the ward, flinging the door wide open.
âIâve come to see my son.
Dare to block me again, and youâll wish you hadnât!â Lucianaâs voice echoed sharply.
Caught off guard, Raegan released Mitchelâs hand and quickly stood up.
At the sight of Raegan, Luciana stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Time had not been kind to Luciana.
She looked as if she had aged years in just a few moments.
Her complexion was ashen, a stark contrast to the woman Raegan remembered.
Thinking back, Luciana had pushed for their separation but never truly hurt Raegan.
With politeness, Raegan began, âMrs.
Dixon, Iâ¦â
But before Raegan could get the words out, Luciana charged forward and slapped Raegan across the face.
Raegan held her cheek in shock, rooted to the spot, unable to respond.
Matteo, equally stunned, reacted quickly.
Before Luciana could strike again, he caught her arm, his voice firm.
âMaâam, this is not right!â
âs BunnyBookery âLet me go!â Luciana fought back hard, her rage showing no signs of cooling down.
She pointed directly at Raeganâs face, scolding, âThis is all your fault! Since your return, my son has been stuck in bed.
Keep away from him!â
Raegan felt the sting of the slap across her face, leaving her dazed.
It appeared that Luciana had just learned of her return.
Matteo tried to interject.
âPlease, maâam.
Miss Foster has been looking after Mr.
Dixon for the last few days, and heâs been aware of her return.
â
âGet out of my way!â Lucianaâs outburst was too much for Matteo to manage.
âYou canât even look after your boss properly.
What good are you as an assistant?â
Matteo chose not to answer back, silently taking the criticism.
After all, this woman was Mitchelâs mother.
Having berated Matteo, Luciana then turned her anger toward Raegan, throwing her purse at Raegan while sharply demanding, âAnd you, leave now!â