Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 1767

At that intense moment, Raegan couldn’t spare a thought for such nuances.

Tears welled in her eyes as Raegan enunciated each word with clarity, “Mitchel, I was blind.

I misjudged you.

”

Moments ago, Mitchel’s cold demeanor and the callous act of discarding the thermos had been humiliating, yet Raegan had managed to hold back her tears.

But now, she couldn’t contain them any longer.

Why did Janey have to endure such treatment?

Tears streamed down Raegan’s face in rapid succession.

Each one pierced Mitchel’s heart.

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

Meanwhile, Victor, cradling the sobbing Janey, gently tugged at Raegan’s arm, urging her to depart.

“Miss, let’s go.

”

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

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Behind Raegan, Mitchel’s forehead glistened with sweat, his jaw clenched tightly in restraint.

He appeared indifferent, refusing to shot them another glance, and strode purposefully into Luciana’s ward.

With a resounding bang, the door slammed shut behind Mitchel.

His towering figure suddenly crumpled to the ground with a heavy thud.

He struggled to prop himself up on his elbows, attempting to rise, but his legs betrayed him, refusing to cooperate.

In an instant, a suffocating wave of weakness engulfed his entire being.

The door swung open once more.

Matteo entered, spotting Mitchel on the floor, and hurried to his aid.

“Mr.

Dixon…”

After assisting Mitchel to the sofa, Matteo dashed toward the door, calling out urgently, “Doctor, doctor.

”

“Come back!” Mitchel called out to Matteo weakly, his pallid Lips barely moving.

“Medicine.

”

Matteo retrieved a nondescript small medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a transparent gel capsule into the cap, and handed it over.

Mitchel accepted the medicine and closed his eyes to rest.

As the tense muscles slowly eased, his breathing gradually steadied, and the feeling returned to his numb limbs.

Matteo inquired cautiously, “Mr.

Dixon, would you like some water?”

“No, thank you.

” Mitchel opened his eyes, bloodshot and weary, with veins pulsating at his temples.

The back of his finely tailored suit was soaked with sweat, a testament to the immense effort he had just endured.

“Mr.

Dixon, don’t you think we should still summon a doctor?”

Matteo’s concern was palpable, questioning the efficacy of relying solely on medication.

Taking medicine to alleviate the symptoms might offer temporary relief, but it was clear that it was taking a toll on Mitchel’s health.

“It’s unnecessary,” Mitchel murmured.

Mitchel knew his body had surpassed the point where doctors could offer meaningful assistance.

The progression of his condition mirrored exactly what the female doctor had predicted.

He was now in the advanced stages of the first treatment regimen.

If Luis failed to replace a cure within three months, not even divine intervention could save him.

Even now, the lingering anguish from the earlier encounter with Raegan and Janey weighed heavily on Mitchel’s heart.

But he had no choice.

Raegan and Janey were his utmost concern.

For their safety, he had to convince everyone that he had forsaken Raegan.

Yet, contemplating it was one thing while executing it was another.