Chapter 803

Chapter 803:

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In that intense moment, Raegan couldn't spare a single thought for such nuances.

Tears welled in her eyes as Raegan enunciated each word clearly: “Mitchel, I was blind. "I misjudged you."

Moments ago, Mitchel's coldness and callous dismissal of the thermos had been humiliating, but Raegan had managed to hold back the tears. But now he couldn't contain them anymore. Why did Janey have to endure such treatment?

Tears ran down Raegan's face in quick succession. Each one pierced Mitchel's heart.

Mitchel stoically endured the anguish in his heart, refusing to show any emotion.

Meanwhile, Victor, cradling the sobbing Janey, gently tugged on Raegan's arm, urging her to leave. "Miss, let's go."

Raegan, unwilling to expose her disheveled state to others, turned decisively on her heel.

Behind Raegan, Mitchel's forehead glistened with sweat, his jaw clenched tightly in restraint. He was indifferent, refused to give them another look and entered Luciana's living room determinedly.

The door slammed shut behind Mitchel.

His imposing figure fell to the ground with a loud crash.

He struggled up on his elbows and tried to get up, but his legs betrayed him and refused to cooperate. In an instant, a suffocating wave of weakness took over his entire being.

The door opened again. Matteo entered, saw Mitchel on the ground and rushed to help him. "Mr. Dixon..."

After helping Mitchel onto the couch, Matteo ran toward the door, shouting urgently, "Doctor, doctor."

“Come back!” Mitchel called Matteo weakly, his pale lips barely moving. "Medicine".

Matteo took a nondescript medicine bottle from his pocket, poured a transparent gel capsule into the cap, and handed it to him.

Mitchel accepted the medicine and closed his eyes to rest. As his tense muscles relaxed, his breathing stabilized and his numb limbs regained sensation.

Matteo asked cautiously: “Mr. Dixon, do you want water?

"No, thanks". Mitchel opened his eyes, bloodshot and tired, veins throbbing in his temples. The back of his finely tailored suit was soaked with sweat, testament to the immense exertion he had just endured.

"Mr. Dixon, don't you think we should still call a doctor?

Matteo's concern was palpable, questioning the efficacy of relying solely on medication. Taking medication to alleviate the symptoms might offer temporary relief, but it was clearly taking a toll on Mitchel's health.

"It's unnecessary," Mitchel muttered.

Mitchel knew that his body had passed the point where doctors could offer him meaningful help. The progression of her condition reflected exactly what the doctor had predicted. He was now in the advanced stages of the first treatment regimen. If Luis didn't find a cure in three months, not even divine intervention could save him.

Even now, the lingering anguish of the previous encounter with Raegan and Janey weighed heavily on Mitchel's heart. But I had no choice. Raegan and Janey were his biggest concern. For her safety, she had to convince everyone that she had abandoned Raegan.

However, it was one thing to contemplate it and another to execute it.

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