Chapter 1121

Chapter 1121:

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In an instant, Raegan felt the blood rush to her head, as if she had turned into a stone statue, her mind in turmoil.

Mitchel looked at her briefly with calm, dark eyes.

Raegan could no longer contain her emotions. She ran over, holding out her hand to help him.

But before he could touch it, Mitchel gently pulled away, saying, “I can handle it.”

Raegan's hand froze in midair and her demeanor stiffened.

Mitchel looked down and rested his elbow on the floor. With practiced ease, he used his other hand to hook the chair leg and leverage himself into a sitting position. The entire process was executed with practiced precision, indicating that he had performed this maneuver countless times before.

Despite the speed of his movements, Raegan couldn't help but noticed that one of his legs was hanging cleanly, a clear indication of his condition.

Raegan's nose itched and she was speechless.

Watching his reaction, Mitchel frowned slightly. “Did Matteo say something he shouldn’t have?”

Raegan shook her head vaguely. “No, he didn't say anything. I just watched…”

Mitchel remained unconvinced. Since his condition had worsened, Matteo's recent reaction to his orders, especially those he had specifically warned not to reveal to Raegan, had shown an increasing level of cunning.

Matteo seemed to acknowledge and understand the orders, but it was still doubtful that he would carry them out. Judging by Raegan's current behavior, it was clear that Matteo had revealed something to her again.

Mitchel signed silently. Matteo's time in Tanzania had not seemed to have instilled in him the restraint he had hoped for. More discipline seemed to be needed.

Since Raegan did not admit to having been informed by Matteo, Mitchel preferred not to question her directly. Instead, he casually commented: “My leg is fine, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

Hearing this, Raegan discerned that Mitchel was merely calmly concealing the truth.

Suddenly, a feeling of self-hatred came over her. She realized that she must have spent a lot of time accepting her inability to walk unaided.

For such a proud and excellent man, accepting his disability, the agony and the struggle to rebuild his self-esteem must have been monumental… And he had overcome all these trials alone.

Watching how, while she avoided him, pushing him away with her fear that she would bring him misfortune, he had been enduring her suffering alone, Raegan's heart felt as if torn apart by some intangible force.

Suddenly, without paying attention to anything else, Raegan wrapped Mitchel in a hug, her tears soaking his suit. In a low voice, she asked, “Mitchel, does it hurt?”

Only the two of them understood that "does it hurt?" referred to his emotional anguish, not the physical pain of his wound.

As far as physical pain went, Mitchel had hardened far worse than this, countless times.

It was only the anguish in Mitchel's heart that Raegan had truly felt, and she recognized that it was so difficult to repair.

Mitchel looked down at her and gently reassured her, “No, it doesn't hurt anymore. That pain went away a long time ago.”

No matter how many times she repeated these words, Raegan's heart grew heavier with each one. It was as if her heart had been forcibly ripped out of her, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

For a long time he had believed that Mitchel was an indomitable figure worthy of admiration, but he had never imagined that he too could succumb to imperfection.

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