Two bodyguards escorted Luciana out first.
Despite her resistance, Luciana felt overpowered by Mitchelâs stern look.
She exited without making a scene.
Only Henley remained in Mitchelâs ward, stubbornly refusing to Leave.
During a standoff between bodyguards, he chuckled.
âMitchel, I was merely chatting with Raegan.
Does that make you uneasy?â
Henley deliberately mentioned Raegan.
Any past mention of Raegan would typically unsettle Mitchel.
As expected, Mitchelâs pale face turned frosty, his grip whitening with tension.
Raegan sensed his tightened grip and squeezed back, trying to soothe him.
Henley seemed to take pleasure in Mitchelâs reaction, his smile widening as he continued, âMitchel, weâre family now, destined to cross paths often.
Keeping things this tense makes it seem Like thereâs discord within the Dixon family.
â
âFamily?â Mitchelâs tone was cold, filled with contempt.
âYouâre not worthy.
Having stayed away from such squabbles for a while, Mitchel had become more controlled.
He wasnât as quick to anger as he once was.
However, Henley saw an opening and, with a grin, added, âMitchel, if thereâs lingering anger toward me, I get it.
My past with Raegan mightâve caused you misunderstandings.
If only I had known we are half brothers, I would have steered clear of her, butâ¦â
Henley paused, giving Raegan a gentle look, his voice gentle and appealing.
âWhatâs done is done.
Please, letâs not dwell on my past with Raegan.
I was immature then.
â
Henleyâs words sounded apologetic to Mitchel but seemed more like a veiled admission of prior rumors.
He was still trying to provoke Mitchel.
Predictably, Mitchelâs face fell, his handâs veins standing out.
If not for being bedridden, his fists might have already shattered Henleyâs polite facade.
Henleyâs smile grew more pronounced at Mitchelâs growing anger.
âAlright, Iâll leave you to rest, Mitchel.
â
Then, turning to Raegan, he said meaningfully, âRaegan, letâs catch up properly another time.
â
Henley didnât miss the chance to provoke further discord as he left.
âWait,â Raegan called after Henley.
In an instant, Mitchelâs eyes brewed a dark storm, gripping Raeganâs hand tightly.
Apart from anger, his expression was touched with a hint of unease.
Henley was more delighted as he noticed it.
It seemed Mitchel was still prone to insecurities, ripe for him to stir up further misunderstandings.
âWhat do you want, Raegan?â Henley leaned over to Raegan, whispering into her ear, âYou can fill me in later.
Iâll be here waiting.
.
Mitchelâs fingers tightened abruptly, but Raegan patted his hand, reassuring him, âIâll be right back.
â
Mitchel didnât want to release his grip on Raegan but respected her wishes.
He fought the tightness in his chest and let go of her hand reluctantly, murmuring, âAlright, Iâll be here.
â