Even though the child lacked certain organs, its features bore an eerie resemblance to the late Abel, intensifying Katieâs disgust.
A resigned Katie lifted her hand, determined to hide the nightmarish child once more under the black cloth.
She thought that if it wasnât seen, it was as good as not here.
Since Abel had been willing to sacrifice himself to protect this child, then Katie had no qualms about sending it to join Abel in the underworld.
This way, they could stay together forever in the afterlife.
A twisted logic settled in Katieâs mind.
She felt she had done a good deed.
Despite the childâs worthlessness, Katie, ever the opportunist, was not about to abandon her investment.
Any suffering she had endured would be reimbursed, with interest.
In Katieâs mind, if she couldnât get her retribution now, sheâd make sure the Maxwell family wiped out Raeganâs entire family after the wedding.
She wanted to see if Mitchelâs feeble body could withstand the might of the illustrious Maxwell family, given his determination to protect Raegan.
Sending Raegan into exile, did Mitchel truly believe that was enough to shield her from the consequences?
Ironically, the Maxwells held greater sway in foreign lands than in Ardlens.
Katie assumed she could have Raegan minced into a million pieces with a mere snap of her fingers!
After returning from the hospital, Raegan immediately collapsed into a deep sleep, too exhausted to do anything but rest.
Erick, hearing of her ordeal, came to check on her, but seeing her asleep, he did not wish to wake her and instead took to the couch to wait.
He slept peacefully until the early hours of the morning when she woke up.
Upon seeing Erick sleeping on the couch, Raegan carefully laid a blanket over him, stirring him from his slumber.
In a reflexive motion, Erick clasped Raeganâs hand, exclaiming, âRaegan!â His eyes were full of worry and panic.
Raeganâs comforting pat soothed Erickâs worries like a cool breeze.
Only then did he fully wake up, relieved to see Raegan right before him.
He couldnât help but scrutinize her, still a bit anxious, and asked, âAre you sure youâre okay?â
Raegan nodded, assuring him, âIâm fine.
â A small but genuine smile graced her lips.
Erickâs anger flared like a raging inferno at the thought of Katieâs repeated schemes against Raegan.
âI wonât let her get away with this,â he vowed, his voice thick with resolve.
Raegan placed a comforting hand on Erickâs shoulder.
âHey, please donât confront them.
Ardlens isnât our turf, and it would be better to avoid conflict.
Letâs just go back home.
Our dad is not getting any younger, and we certainly donât want him to be caught in the middle of this.
Why donât we put an end to this?â
âErick, weâve been out too long.
I want to go back to our dad,â
Raegan pleaded, her voice tinged with concern.
Erick affectionately ran his fingers through her hair, struck by her resilience and compassion, which reminded him of their mother.
Heâd promised to safeguard Raegan, always putting her wishes first.
With a nod, he replied, âOkay, Iâll listen to you.
â
The following day, Raegan took care of some pressing company affairs, fully aware of Mitchelâs ultimatum.
Elin, Raeganâs trusted friend, offered to handle the studio, granting Raegan to come back to her fatherâs side without worries.
Raegan gratefully accepted Elinâs help.
After finishing her work, Raegan chose to walk home, savoring the solitude.
Unwittingly, she found herself near the Dixon Group, steps away from a nearby cultural park.
She found the parkâs Loversâ Bridge, which was dressed in flowers that flowered in every season.
This bridge stood as a testament to everlasting love, blossoming throughout the seasons of life.
The Loversâ Bridge was a significant part of Raeganâs life, especially during her time at the Dixon Group.
She and Mitchel crossed the bridge when they first met, and their relationship blossomed, just like the flowers that adorned it.