Erick, ever a protective big brother for Raegan, found it hard to keep his cool around Mitchel.
He had heeded Raeganâs words, and only after a few days did he come to confront Mitchel.
Had this happened just two days earlier, Erick would have likely lost his temper and clashed with Mitchel.
With a clenched jaw, Erick tossed a document onto the table.
âMr.
Dixon, Iâm returning this absurd will to you!â He sneered, âYou know, if you just change the name on it, you might actually impress Miss Glyn.
â
Mitchel replied indifferently, âNo need.
Iâve already declared this will void.
â
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If it wasnât for Raeganâs sake, heâd have punched Mitchel until Mitchel couldnât speak.
How could Mitchel disrespect the Foster family like this?
Erick scoffed.
âVery neat.
â
Mitchel didnât say anything.
No matter how much Erick taunted, he listened quietly.
It seemed that he didnât want to conflict with Erick from the beginning.
Erick wanted to lash out, but Mitchelâs silence gave him no excuse.
He clenched his fists, then relaxed and slid his hands back into his pockets, turning toward the door.
Just as Erick opened the door, he stopped and said, âMitchel, I really regret letting you two get back together.
If I could turn back time, you wouldnât get that chance again.
â
Mitchel stayed quiet.
Erick gave a resigned smile and said, âWell, itâs time to rip off the Band-Aid.
â
Actually, Erick shared the same suspicion as Raegan.
Mitchel, who had once risked everything for Raegan, even his life, now claimed he didnât love her anymore.
After a momentâs thought, Erick asked, âAre you planning something?â
After a long pause, Mitchel replied slowly, âNo.
â
This response was expected.
With a smile, Erick said, âYou view Raegan too weak.
She doesnât need all that protection.
The approach youâre using is exactly what she rejects.
Congratulations! Youâve lost her forever! Raegan will never come back to you.
â
With those words, Erick opened the door and left without a backward glance.
The door slammed shut behind him.
Mitchel stared at the closed door, remaining silent.
Then, suddenly, the sound of things hitting the ground filled the room.
Matteo rushed in immediately and noticed the chaos on the floor.
A whole display case of trophies lay shattered.
Matteo had hurriedly run in at the commotion, assuming Erick hit Mitchel.
He nervously surveyed Mitchel, relieved to see the latter wasnât hurt.
There hadnât been a fight, then.
So, what exactly had happened here?
Racking his mind, Matteo asked with concern, âMr.
Dixon, are you okay?â
Matteo thought there might be injuries hidden under Mitchelâs clothes that he couldnât see.