The director hastily agreed, knowing all too well Abelâs reputation for handling matters with a firm hand.
Those who received his warnings rarely dared to stir further trouble.
After ending the call, Katie slumped to the floor, a gesture of defeat, her hands covering her face.
After a moment of heavy silence, she made another call, her voice icy.
âAbout that partnership you hinted at before, what are your terms?â
Meanwhile, Raegan arrived home from a trip to the shopping mall, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.
Mitchel had denied paternity of Katieâs child, while both Katie and Luciana were adamant that he was the father.
Katieâs claims alone might not have held much weight, but Lucianaâs insistence added a layer of complexity to the situation.
Luciana, after all, wouldnât want to bring shame upon Mitchel.
The deeper Raegan delved into these thoughts, the more she found herself tangled in their complexities.
She chose to push these musings aside, yet, the sting of feeling deceived by Mitchel lingered within her heart.
Upon returning home, Raegan spent some joyful moments with Janey and gently explained that now wasnât the right time to delve into the matter of Janeyâs fatherâs identity, suggesting another time.
Janey, showing maturity beyond her years yet tinged with disappointment, agreed, âMommy, Iâll listen to you.
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Raeganâs heart swelled with love as she regarded her daughter.
She couldnât help but suspect there was a sinister intent lurking behind Katieâs outwardly sanctimonious demeanor.
After causing Katie embarrassment earlier, Raegan worried about the potential repercussions, especially if Katie discovered Janeyâs paternity.
This made her resolve to be even more vigilant regarding anything related to Janey.
That evening, after Janey had settled into bed, a servant relayed that Mitchel had come to visit.
Raegan, preferring not to face Mitchel, instructed, âJust say Iâm asleep.
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Yet, the servant returned shortly to inform her that despite the message, Mitchel remained outside.
Nodding, Raegan dismissed the servant.
âLet him be.
You go rest.
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âs BunnyBookery Alone, Raegan checked her phone to find it flooded with messages from Mitchel.
Initially attempts to call were followed by numerous texts.
âRaegan, Iâm sorry, I made a mistake.
I thought I could manage the situation without burdening youâ¦â
âPlease believe me that child is not mine, I swear!â
âLetâs sit down and talk this through.
Donât shut me outâ¦â
Reading Mitchelâs messages left Raegan at a loss for words.
Here was the usually reserved and authoritative tycoon, casting aside his public facade, his messages conveying a vulnerability and earnestness reminiscent of a much younger man.
Raegan, positioned by the window, gently drew the curtains aside to peer downstairs.
There, Mitchel stood by his car, casting occasional glances at his phone.
He seemed reluctant to make a call, possibly fearing she was asleep.
As if sensing her gaze, Mitchel lifted his eyes toward the window, though his view was obstructed.
The windows of Raeganâs villa had been previously upgraded to mirrored glass on Mitchelâs insistence, ensuring privacy by allowing visibility from inside out but not the reverse.
Despite knowing he couldnât see her, Raegan felt a connection, as if their eyes met across the distance.
Observing his solitary stance stirred a sense of compassion within Raegan.
While she harbored doubts about Katieâs accusations, Lucianaâs steadfast assertions cast a long shadow over her trust.
Her heart was in turmoil.