W, entrusted with overseeing Mitchelâs ventures abroad, stood as a paragon of capability.
His prowess rivaled Matteoâs own, both in skill and combat acumen.
Yet, what set W apart was his extensive experience in navigating perilous external assignments.
Having braved countless dangers, Wâs adaptability surpassed even Matteoâs, honed to a razorâs edge by trials endured in distant lands.
Matteoâs apprehension eased.
âUnderstood, Mr.
Dixon.
â
âYou may leave now.
â Mitchelâs weariness betrayed by the sagging of his frame as he settled into the chair.
Matteo nodded and left.
Moments later, the door of Mitchelâs office creaked open again.
A figure entered, sporting sunglasses and a stern countenance.
Mitchel acknowledged the man with a nod.
âPlease, take a seat.
My apologies, I canât rise.
â
âIt doesnât matter,â the man replied.
Mitchelâs tone remained reserved.
âI entrust Raeganâs care to you.
Regarding the revised will, if my mother remains unconscious, everything is to be handed to Raegan and Janey.
â
The manâs smile held a hint of melancholy.
âIt sounds as though youâre bidding farewell.
â
Mitchel smiled serenely.
âI prefer to prepare for all eventualities.
â
Approaching, the man laid a comforting hand on Mitchelâs shoulder.
âYour woman, you should guard her yourself.
â
âs BunnyBookery âI hope I can,â Mitchel responded nonchalantly.
âThereâs one more matter.
â
âWhat?â
âIf I met my end, do not disclose my will until five years later, unless absolutely necessary.
â
The man furrowed his brows, puzzled by the directive.
âFive years.
â
âYes, five years,â Mitchel stated, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
The golden hues of the setting sun cast a glow upon his chiseled features, rendering him just as striking as ever.
In a subdued tone, Mitchel explained, âFive years, 1825 days precisely.
Psychologists suggest that within this time frame, people can reconcile with forgetting.
By then, Raegan may not recall me as vividly or harbor the same sorrow.
â
A thoughtful silence hung in the air before the man sighed.
âTruly, the Dixon men are hopeless romantics.
â
Mitchel rose, his steps faltering visibly.
Days had found him dependent on stimulants to stay upright, his fragility a stark contrast to his former vitality.
Once steadied, Mitchel retrieved a document from the safe, urging, âInside is a letter Iâve penned.
Present it to Raegan alongside the will.
â
The man hesitated, suspicion clouding his features.
âMitchel, are there other matters you keep from me?â
Expression unchanged, Mitchel replied, âPreparing for contingencies.
â