Mitchel simply raised his arm, keeping the device just out of her grasp.
His voice was low and deliberate.
âAre you trying to use this recording to prove your innocence?â
Raegan responded icily, âDonât tell me you couldnât see that it was your fiancée who tried to frame me and ended up trapping herself instead.
â
Mitchel gazed down at Raegan, his tone icy.
âSetting aside that this recording doesnât capture everything, it still doesnât prove your innocence.
â
He then lowered his arm and, with a sharp snap, threw Raeganâs white phone into a container filled with liquid.
It hissed as it made contact.
âSee?â His voice carried a cold, menacing edge, a mocking undertone suggestin g the futility of her efforts.
âNow itâs completely useless.
â
Raegan stiffened and reached for the phone swiftly.
âSlap!â The sound was sharp.
Raeganâs hand was forcefully slapped away by Mitchel, leaving the back of her hand red and stinging.
Raegan barely registered the pain before shock took over upon seeing her high-quality white titanium phone, now corroded by the liquid, its surface peeling off.
It was clear that this was no ordinary water, but a chemical solution potent enough to dissolve objects.
Had Raeganâs hand been submerged, her fingers would surely have suffered the same fate, a thought that sent a shiver through her and caused her fingers to tremble slightly.
The phone, reduced to nothing more than a steel frame, took on an eerie appearance.
Stunned, Raegan took a long while to process the scene before she finally blurted out, âWho gave you the right to destroy my phone?â
Mitchelâs response came cold and indifferent, hinting at danger beyond the damage to her phone.
âEven with an intact phone, do you think youâd leave the police station unscathed?â
âDo you think the Glyn family and the Dixon family will just let you go?â Mitchel added.
The Glyn familyâs disdain for Raegan was clear, and with Alexis always eager to cause trouble for Mitchel, this incident would be no exception.
As WMitchelâs ex-wife, Raeganâs involvement would only escalate matters further.
The last thing Mitchel needed was a tangled affair with Raegan.
Raeganâs anger quickly cooled down as the gravity of the situation became apparent.
Mitchelâs words were a veiled threat.
If something happened to Katieâs child, she would be blamed, and vengeance from both the Glyn and Dixon families would be swift.
Looking into the eyes of the man she had once loved deeply, Raegan felt a piercing sadness.
Her earlier certainty wavered.
She now questioned whether Katieâs child was indeed not Mitchelâs.
Mitchelâs actions suggested a deeper connection than he admitted.
With a heavy heart, Raegan found the strength to confront Mitchel.
âIs the child Katie is carrying yours?â
The silence that followed was telling.
Mitchel paused, his expression unreadable, and when he noticed Raeganâs teary eyes, he held back his words.
Sometimes, silence revealed more than any confession.
But Raegan needed answers.
She looked up, fighting back tears, and implored, âMitchel, please, for the sake of what we once shared, tell me the truth.
â
The silence grew oppressive, hanging heavily between them until Mitchel finally spoke, his voice hollow.
âYeah.
â He had confessed.