Erickâs expression turned thoughtful.
âIâm willing to lend a hand.
â
He had already mulled over Mitchelâs predicament and found it suspicious.
Mitchelâs stature in the business realm was well-known.
Was it plausible for him to be undermined by a few past associates and newcomers? That concern lay outside Erickâs immediate purview.
Nonetheless, wishing to alleviate Raeganâs worries, Erick offered, âIâll have a talk with him to understand the situation better.
â
Curiosity also played a part in his decision.
Erick was keen on observing Mitchelâs countermeasures, possibly gleaning insights for his own knowledge.
âThank you, Erick,â Raegan responded, her smile lighting up the screen between them.
Erick, charmed by her expression, remarked, âYou always look your best when youâre smiling.
â
With the conversation concluded, Raegan turned her attention back to the kitchen, busying herself with the dishes.
Unnoticed by her, Mitchel had been quietly observing for a while.
The warm glow of the kitchen light, Raeganâs graceful figure moving about, and the inviting aroma of the porridge painted a serene picture.
It was a welcome respite from the dayâs treacheries, so much so that Mitchel hesitated to disturb the calm, cherishing the silent, peaceful moment.
The day had unraveled with Alexis revealing his true nature, after years of scheming against Mitchel.
In a charged confrontation at the office this afternoon, where false paternal affections were brandished, Mitchel mockingly said to Alexis, âYou can drop the act now.
â
Alexis, smug in his supposed ascendancy, didnât bother to mask his scorn, declaring, âMy biggest regret is having you.
â
Each word from Alexis pierced Mitchel deeply.
Despite his stoic exterior, Mitchel had once harbored hopes for familial warmth and unity.
Yet, the aspiration had been shattered time and again, culminating in the dayâs revelations.
Even his mother, for whom Mitchel had always stood up, sided against him when it mattered most.
The longing for parental love, once a beacon of hope, had been utterly extinguished, leaving Mitchel to confront the reality that his expectations were perhaps too lofty.
âAh!â Suddenly, Raeganâs cry of pain snapped Mitchel out of his reverie, prompting him to approach her quickly.
âWhat happened? Are you okay?â he asked, concern lacing his voice.
Raegan jumped, not expecting to see Mitchel awake.
âOh, youâre awake?â
Raegan had accidentally burned herself a little when the clay pot boiled over as she was adjusting it.
Noticing her burned fingers, Mitchel quickly turned off the stove and led her to the sink to cool the burn with running water.
Then, he easily found some ointment for burns and began applying it to her hand.
Raegan tried to wave him off.
âItâs fine.
A bit of ice is all I need.
â
Mitchel fetched some ice, carefully pressing it against her fingers, offering relief from the burn.
âSilly girl, why are you cooking at this hour?â he teased.