Chapter 443

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As he answered, he could hear the concern in Matteo's voice. “Raegan, can you come to the hospital?”

That Mitchel hadn't answered her call made Raegan wonder if he really wanted to see her.

While she was hesitating, Matteo's next words caught her off guard. "Mr. Dixon is coughing up blood."

Raegan's voice shook as she asked, "How could this happen?"

«He has been away three days. Mr. Dixon has not been eating well, only slurping the soup they gave him each day. Today, he didn't even touch the soup and started coughing up blood out of nowhere. The doctor says it is an acute gastric hemorrhage…” Matteo responded urgently. "Miss Foster, could you come now, please, if that's okay?"

After ending the call, Raegan felt a storm brewing inside her, her hands and feet freezing. Why did Mitchel have to be so stubborn? If she didn't show up, he refused to eat. Didn't he know how to take care of himself? Plus, he was sick. Why was he punished?

But then Raegan figured she was to blame too. He had said he would take care of him.

Heartbroken and worried, Raegan told the driver, "Let's go to the hospital."

Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw Matteo at the door of the ward. He handed her a thermos and suggested, “Miss Foster, Mr. Dixon was just given an IV and he's resting now. You can try some porridge when you wake up. Please make sure he eats.”

Raegan nodded, walked inside, and silently placed the porridge near Mitchel's bed.

Mitchel had his eyes closed, so it was difficult to tell if he was asleep.

His once striking face now seemed deathly pale, even more so than three days before.

A pang of worry hit Raegan. Why did he look worse now? He took a seat next to the bed and, after a moment, noticing that he was not upset, she couldn't help but reach out to check his breathing.

Fortunately, his breathing was stable. Raegan finally let out a sigh of relief.

But just as she started to withdraw her hand, Mitchel grabbed it.

Mitchel opened his eyes, his voice a little deep. "I'm not dead yet."

Raegan was speechless.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became uncomfortable.

Raegan removed her finger, lowered her head slightly, and tried to change the subject. "Now that you're up, you should eat porridge."

After serving the porridge, he moved Mitchel's bed to a sitting position, put the tray on the floor, and placed the porridge on it.

With everything prepared, he found himself with nothing more to say and simply sat in silence.

Five minutes passed. Mitchel didn't touch the porridge. Instead, he pulled out a business magazine and began reading with great interest.

The tension in the room increased.

Before, Raegan wouldn't have been bothered if he didn't eat.

However, knowing that Mitchel had gotten hurt because of her and that he had been quietly helping her with projects without asking for any recognition, Raegan didn't dare to be indifferent.

Remembering Matteo's advice, he told him: "You have a weak stomach. “You have to eat the porridge first.”

Mitchel did not respond, his attention fixed on the magazine.

Raegan felt lost. He was clearly upset.

When the porridge cooled, he softened his voice. «I didn't call you today on purpose. "I was very overwhelmed."

Mitchel finally turned to her and said coldly: "Busy the day before yesterday, busy yesterday, and busy today?"

Raegan's heart raced under his intense gaze. "Yes, really..."

Before she could finish, Mitchel interrupted her: "Well, she's still busy."

His handsome features seemed to darken, with a hint of pain in his voice.

Raegan found herself unable to sit still, her feet were itching and she wanted to leave right now.

But Mitchel's cold voice stopped her in her tracks. "Anyway, vomiting blood is not fatal."

At his words, Raegan, who was about to get up, sat back down.

Mitchel's tense expression eased a little. He scoffed silently, thinking how incoherent she was. She might make cutting remarks and he would bite his tongue, but the moment he replied she would think about leaving. Furthermore, his face did not show any guilt for having deceived him for the last two days.

Feeling another pang of discomfort, Mitchel couldn't help but grimace.

Raegan saw his face turn even paler and realized that it wasn't right to be angry at someone who was sick. She decided to let him express his feelings if it made him feel better. After all, it didn't hurt her.

In a softer tone, he offered, "Can you at least eat something if I feed you?"

Mitchel didn't respond, pushing Raegan into impatience. «So what do you want? If nothing seems right to you..."

"Fine," Mitchel conceded gruffly. "When did I say it wasn't okay?"

"Then why keep silent?" Raegan scooped up some oatmeal and gently put it in her mouth.

Mitchel grimaced as he ate and said scornfully, "Men never say they can't."

Understanding the double meaning, Raegan blushed. "You have no shame."

«How am I not ashamed? What I say is true, right? His eyes twinkled. «Try again with me. You've never told me before that I couldn't..."

Suddenly, Raegan's cheeks turned even redder. I was being so bold.

Mitchel continued, "If you had used that word on me before, you wouldn't have gotten out of bed for a week."

Furious and at the same time embarrassed, Raegan threatened: "Keep this up and I'll get out of here..."

When she tried to put the bowl down, Mitchel quickly grabbed her wrist.

"I want more."

Then he took another spoonful from her hand, a gesture that seemed both casual and close.

Raegan removed her hand, feeling uncomfortable. "This doesn't work for me."

"Whatever suits you." Mitchel's mood suddenly lightened.

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