Chapter 461

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Although the drug gave him immense strength, the side effects were evident. As its effects wore off, he felt like a dying dog, every organ in his body failing.

However, he didn't care. Even in death, she intended to drag Raegan, whom she despised the most in life!

Lauren looked at the blood-soaked blurry figure and laughed uncontrollably. He laughed until every fiber of his being throbbed, and blood began to drip from his lips in uncontrollable streams.

At last! Raegan, whom he longed to finish, lay in the pool of blood.

Suddenly, a pair of black leather shoes appeared before Lauren.

Lauren looked up her slender legs, meeting the gaze of the handsome Mitchel who exuded a chilling aura.

“Mitchel…” Lauren changed her tone from murderous to honeyed, her voice straining to imitate its previous sweetness. Unbeknownst to her, his strained, harsh voice grated on her ears.

“You've finally arrived…” Lauren fixed her gaze on Mitchel, whom she had idolized for years, her eyes brimming with infatuation.

«Mitchel, have you come to take me back? Mitchel…” Before he could finish his words, a deafening bang echoed through the room.

Lauren's body was catapulted from the floor, crashing violently against the dressing room wall.

“Ah!” The impact seemed to rupture Lauren's internal organs, as a torrent of dark blood gushed from her mouth.

Mitchel stood up straight, his gaze emitting a chilling aura, as he coldly said, “This kick is for the loss of my unborn child!”

The thought of his lost son pierced his heart like a dagger.

His precious son's opportunity to experience the wonders of life was being taken away from him because of this scheming woman.

Mitchel loathed himself for his naivety and loathed himself even more for having been too lenient with Lauren, inadvertently giving her the opportunity to hurt the woman he cherished and the son he cherished. He had never detested himself so deeply.

Hearing Mitchel's words, Lauren laughed maniacally, her mouth still full of blood. She looked like a pile of mud, contorted against the wall in a grotesque pose.

Laughing, he mocked: «Mitchel… Are you angry? Angry because I dared to hurt the woman you care about?

Lauren grabbed the broken woman next to her, pulled her hair, and forced her to look at Mitchel with her disfigured face, a satisfied smile on her lips. «Take a good look at her... See how miserable the woman you love is! I stabbed her more than a hundred times! His intestines were perforated and his stomach was rotten... How unbearable it must have been!

Mitchel remained motionless. His cold, unwavering gaze locked onto Lauren.

Lauren's expression was full of madness and malice. «This wretch!

He deserves to die! If I can't have you, no one else can!

Mitchel's handsome face showed almost no reaction. The grotesque sight of the corpse seemed to leave him impassive.

Lauren found it hard to believe his calm demeanor. He thought I was pretending. With this thought, he smiled evilly and asked, "Mitchel, do you want to see the insides of your beloved woman?"

Lauren released the hair she was holding, intending to dig into the corpse's abdomen and extract some organs to show them. He refused to believe that Mitchel didn't feel anything.

However, before he could do anything, the corpse's head suddenly fell. It circled several times before landing at Mitchel's feet.

«Ha, ha... His head...». Lauren burst into hysterical laughter once again. Few things were as chilling as seeing the severed head of a loved one roll to one's feet. The pain of not getting what you want no matter how hard you try. Mitchel needed to try it!

However, Lauren's laughter stopped abruptly. Without emotion, Mitchel kicked the severed head. The head returned to Lauren's feet.

How was it possible? Lauren froze, disbelief etched on her face as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing. Was Mitchel, once full of affection, now devoid of all love for Raegan?

"Look carefully at what you've stabbed." Mitchel's voice was eerily quiet, his eyes lacking any warmth. The aura he gave off was similar to that of a demon lurking in the depths of a murky swamp. Around him, the air seemed filled with the scent of death.

Panicking, Lauren frantically wiped the blood from her eyelashes and looked closely. What stood before her was not Raegan. To be precise, their target was not even human. It was nothing more than a realistic mannequin commonly used in film productions. The blood that stained the scene was nothing more than a theatrical concoction.

Lauren wondered about Raegan's whereabouts.

Terrified, Lauren strained her ears as she heard the creak of the neighboring cabin door.

Raegan emerged, immaculate and composed, in stark contrast to the bloodstained figure on the ground.

“You…” Lauren's face drained of color, realization hitting her like a bolt of lightning. He remembered that during the stabbing, the figure he had stabbed a hundred times had not made a sound.

Lauren's illness had caused her vision and sense of smell to deteriorate, and with blood clogging her eyes, she didn't realize that the one she had exhausted herself from stabbing wasn't Raegan at all.

"Bitch!" Driven by rage, Lauren lunged at Raegan, her eyes burning with hatred. "I'm going to kill you!"

Sensing the imminent danger, Mitchel moved to intervene, but Raegan stopped him. Raegan's gaze fixed on Lauren with icy intensity, fueled by deep-seated animosity.

Raegan still hadn't remembered the past that led up to that moment.

Before, all I knew was the result. I had no idea about the process.

Moments earlier, as Raegan was about to leave the restaurant, Devonte intercepted her and urged her to take a call.

It turned out that Mitchel couldn't reach her on his phone, so he called Devonte to let him know that Lauren was still alive. It was very likely that Lauren was seeking revenge.

Mitchel instructed Devonte to ensure Raegan's safety and not leave her side until he arrived.

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