Chapter 913

Chapter 913:

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W, charged with overseeing Mitchel's adventures abroad, emerged as a paragon of capability. His prowess rivaled Matteo's, both in skill and combat acumen.

However, what set W apart was his extensive experience in dangerous foreign missions. Having faced countless dangers, W's adaptability surpassed even that of Matteo, honed to a razor's edge by trials endured in distant lands.

Matteo's apprehension eased. «Understood, Mr. Dixon.

"You can go now." Mitchel's fatigue was betrayed by the flaccidity of his body as he settled into the chair.

Matteo nodded and left.

Moments later, the door to Mitchel's office creaked open again.

A man with sunglasses and a stern face entered.

Mitchel nodded to the man. «Please take a seat. My apologies, I can't get up."

"It doesn't matter," the man replied.

Mitchel's tone remained reserved. “I entrust the care of Raegan to you. "As for the revised will, if my mother remains unconscious, everything must be given to Raegan and Janey."

The man's smile contained a hint of melancholy. "It sounds like you're saying goodbye."

Mitchel smiled serenely. "I prefer to prepare for all eventualities."

Approaching, the man placed a comforting hand on Mitchel's shoulder.

“Your wife, you should take care of her yourself.”

“I hope I can,” Mitchel replied nonchalantly. "There is one more matter."

"That?"

"If I meet my end, do not reveal my will until five years later, unless absolutely necessary."

The man furrowed his eyebrows, surprised by the directive. "Five years."

"Yes, five years," said Mitchel, with his gaze fixed on the horizon.

The golden hues of the setting sun illuminated his chiseled features and made him as striking as ever.

In a more moderate tone, Mitchel explained: “Five years, 1825 days exactly. Psychologists suggest that in that period people can reconcile themselves with forgetting. By then, Raegan may not remember me as vividly or harbor the same sorrow.”

A thoughtful silence hung in the air before the man sighed. "Truly, the Dixon men are hopeless romantics."

Mitchel stood up and his steps visibly faltered. He had been relying on stimulants to stay upright for days, and his fragility contrasted with his previous vitality.

Once stabilized, Mitchel took a document from the safe and urged: “Inside is a letter I wrote. Present it to Raegan along with the will.

The man hesitated, suspicion clouding his features. "Mitchel, are there other matters you are hiding from me?"

Without changing his expression, Mitchel responded: "Prepare for unforeseen events."

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