They needed to keep their plans hidden from Davey, at least until they found their mother.
This step was crucial and required Raeganâs presence to ensure everything appeared normal.
After outlining the general plan, Erick noticed Raeganâs drooping eyelids and lackluster energy.
âDidnât sleep well last night?â he asked.
Raegan nodded.
âA bit of insomnia.
â
Erick, assuming she was anxious about the operation, tried to reassure her.
âDonât worry too much.
Iâll make sure youâre safe.
â
âIâm not worried,â Raegan replied.
âBut Erick⦠Do you know about Mitchelâs leg injury?â She hesitated before asking, âHow serious is it?â
Erick paused and then replied, âIâm not too clear on the details.
Itâs best you ask him directly.
â
After all, Mitchel had instructed Erick to keep it confidential.
If Mitchel preferred not to share that information with Raegan, it wouldnât be right for Erick to disclose it.
Moreover, Erick feared that if Raegan knew the whole truth, she might blame herself for Mitchelâs worsened condition, leading her to sadness once more.
If Raegan asked Mitchel directly and Mitchel chose to tell her the full story, that would be a different matter altogether.
Erick was confident that Mitchel would do whatever it took to comfort Raegan.
Raegan gently bit her lip and confessed, âErick, Iâm always afraid⦠Iâm afraid that my presence brings him misfortune.
â
Erick observed her.
Though not adept with emotions, he recognized Raeganâs tangled worries stemmed from her inability to let go of Mitchel.
These twoâ¦
Erick shook his head inwardly and spoke slowly.
âRaegan, sometimes you need to understand that the opposite of misfortune might actually be fortune.
Everyone makes different choices.
If it were up to you, would you prefer to live devoid of feelings, or cherish every precious moment with someone you love? So, donât confine yourself to one-sided views.
If itâs weighing on your heart, you should resolve this issue until you can fully let it go.
â
Erickâs advice seemed to clear Raeganâs mind.
She realized she had been swayed by Katieâs misleading words, thinking she was the cause of Mitchelâs troubles.
Yet, even in her absence, Mitchelâs leg condition had deteriorated.
Who was to blame then?
Raegan was a woman of action.
If she was unsure about something, she would investigate it herself.
Concerned about Mitchelâs leg, she decided to see the situation for herself.
She dialed Matteo and inquired, âMatteo, is Mitchel still in the hospital?â
âNo, Mr.
Dixon is currently at the Aurora Conference Center, engaged in talks about the project.
â
Raegan was shocked.
âHeâs back at work? How is his leg holding up?â
Matteo glanced at Mitchel, who was completely absorbed in his work, and felt a pang of bitterness.
âMiss Foster, Mr.
Dixon wonât Listen to me.
Heâs skipped both breakfast and lunch.
â
Torn between his duties and concern, Matteo added reluctantly, âIf you get the chance, I hope you can persuade him to take better care of himself.
â After ending the call, Raegan looked at the chat log on her phone.
The conversation with Mitchel was unchanged from the night before.
His simple âthank youâ hung there.
She hadnât responded, and he hadnât added anything else.
Interacting through the detached medium of the phone made everything feel more distant and cold.
Raegan put on her coat, got in her car, and set out, determined to visit Mitchel.