Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 132

Mitchel's Wrath Mitchel pressed his hand against Raegan's bleeding wound, and, with a fury that seemed almost lethal, he
snarled, "Why won't you tell me?" Despite his outburst, Raegan remained stoic and expressionless.
Then, she gave him a smile that held no warmth and sneered, "The pain is nothing compared to being with you." The hand
Mitchel had on her wound shook with unrestrained emotion, and his complexion turned deathly pale.
It was as though he himself had been stabbed multiple times by a dagger.
He never expected Raegan would harm herself just to divorce him.
Mitchel lifted his eyes and fixed them on her.
“Raegan, are you forcing me to make a decision?” "It's only because you pushed me first," Raegan shot back, the corners of her
mouth curled into a sneer.
Just then, the door burst open, and a flood of light spilled into the room.
A swarm of doctors and nurses rushed in for Raegan and began tending to her wound.
Raegan's spleen surgery was evident in the suture on her left upper abdomen.
Now, it had split open, revealing a mix of blood and flesh that was a gruesome sight.
Raegan, however, was uncooperative with the medical practitioners.
She extended her bloodstained hand toward Mitchel and commanded with a voice heavy with revulsion, "Get him out." The
attending doctor, a woman in her middle years, looked at Raegan, who reminded her of a shattered porcelain doll, and directed
at Mitchel with urgency, "Sir, you need to leave now!” Her request was practical.
It was to clear the room for treatment.
However, her voice carried an edge of contempt.
Raegan's recent ordeal had been grueling: a miscarriage, a ruptured spleen, and head trauma.
It had been a battle for the rescue team to stabilize her.
The patient's recent altercation with this man must be the reason why her wound had reopened.

Despite Mitchel's good looks, he seemed to lack empathy.
As the doctor administered painkillers and began to stitch the wound, she could not help but advise Raegan, "Young lady, your
body only belongs to yourself.
Don't hurt yourself for anything or anyone unworthy.
You'll only leave your family grieving...” Her family? Raegan was in excruciating pain right now.
But hearing the doctor's words, a deeper pain gripped her, and she burst into tears.

Her grandmother, her only family, had passed away.
The baby she had carried was supposed to be her new family, but that too was a dream now lost...
2 She no longer had a family in this word.
To help her rest, the doctor prescribed a sleeping pill.
Finally, after crying for a while, Raegan succumbed to sleep.
Mitchel, on the other hand, had been waiting outside the ward the whole time.

professional. "But the patient has been through a significant ordeal. You must be more patient with her. No more stimulation to her. That case, her recovery will be smoother and easier." The doctor's advice seemed to sap the strength right out of Mitchel. He understood that he was the very

who worked in shifts, to tend to her around the clock. These nurses did more than just provide care. They kept a close eye on Raegan and reported back to Mitchel on everything from her fluid intake to her dietary habits. In his office, Mitchel stared at a photograph of Raegan's sleeping face, which was secretly captured by one of the nurses. She looked so serene. A pang of bitterness welled up in him as he realized she might never look that way with him. When Matteo entered, he found Mitchel near the window. Mitchel looked exhausted and lonely, and Matteo's heart sank

We're still digging into whether the target was the Murray family or Miss Murray herself." With the kidnappers dead, the
investigation had gone to an dead end.
"Anything else?" Mitchel queried with a cold and expressionless face.
"The whereabouts of Miss Lloyd are still unknown, but we've located two kidnappers who were related to your wife's kidnapping.
Do you want to see them?" A flicker of malice crossed Mitchel's expression, and he ordered, "Set it up right now." In the dim light
of a suburban underground garage, the heavy iron door groaned open, releasing a wave of foul air.
Matteo coughed against the stench.
He walked forward and found the two vagrants, whose faces were covered with hoods, had soiled themselves due to the fright.

Matteo pulled the hoods down their heads even more, ensuring they didn't see anything. The only sound for those two vagrants was the echo of approaching footsteps. They bowed repeatedly and pleaded, "Sir, please let us go. We're just poor and homeless. Why are we here?” Bang! A sudden, violent crack cut the air. The vagrants’ knees were ruthlessly shattered by

job we took a few days ago?” Mitchel's silence confirmed his fears,

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