Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 139

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Matteo motioned for the bodyguards to stop and then turned to Mitchel, awaiting further instructions.

Lauren took what she thought was her chance and, her eyes red and swollen, she screamed, “Mitchel, can you really be that heartless? Remember that I once saved your life.

The truth was that it was a bet, since she was not sure if Mitchel would really turn his back on her.

What did he mean by returning the favor? No way.

Lauren was determined to take advantage of this past favor to chain Mitchel to her side forever and make sure he could never escape.

As expected, Mitchel stopped, turned on his heel, and took slow, deliberate steps toward her. When he was close, he crouched before her, took her trembling hand, and murmured, "Don't do it, Lauren."

The next second, Lauren's eyes were brimming with tears. He had won. He had done it again.

He knew very well that behind Mitchel's cold exterior there was sweetness. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken care of her for years.

To her, it was as if she had recovered a long-lost precious jewel.

“I know… I know you won't abandon me…” Lauren sobbed.

All he wanted now was to push the knife out of his hand and hug Mitchel with all the warmth of his heart.

However, Mitchel's hand was iron and he seemed determined to crush her wrist.

Lauren's face contorted in agony. He tried to get away, but his other hand was pinned under Mitchel's foot.

With a trembling voice, she reminded him: "Mitchel, you're hurting me..."

Mitchel, however, simply ignored his words, moved the hilt of the knife upward and said easily, “You weren't aiming for the artery.

You should cut here, see?

Lauren's entire body shook at his words.

Fear gripped her for the first time, and she worried that Mitchel might end her life right there.

Mitchel's dark side appeared. It was chilling and made him look demonic.

«What are you waiting for? Do it,” he urged, his face empty of emotion and his voice deep and sinister.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Without waiting for his response, he directed his hand to a lethal point on his artery and pressed hard.

Lauren shivered, terrified.

«No, please, no... Don't do this, Mitchel...».

Mitchel's eyes narrowed, but he didn't loosen his grip. What he said next gave her chills.

«Weren't you about to commit suicide?

As the blade cut into his skin, blood began to run down his nails and down his arm.

“Please stop… No…” Lauren murmured. Her body was shaking like a lamb, and she was scared shitless.

"Relief! Matteo, help me. Matteo, help me..."

A few moments ago, Lauren was resisting being carried by Matteo. But now, she wanted him to take her away immediately.

At least in an asylum, he could survive and hold on to the hope of eventual freedom. If he stayed here, he was afraid he would bleed to death.

Matteo hurried to Mitchel and said, “Mr. Dixon, please leave it to me.

Mitchel let go of Lauren's hand, and she collapsed to the floor. She was shaking uncontrollably and seemed exhausted. Those who could see her at that moment would think she was the only survivor of a catastrophe.

Mitchel grabbed a wet washcloth and calmly cleaned his hands of Lauren's blood. He looked coldly at Lauren, who had the pitiful look of an abandoned dog, and declared, "If Tessa gets caught and I find out you're complicit, I'll make sure you're locked up in a mental hospital forever."

With those words, he turned around and walked away with a determined step.

It took Lauren a while to realize the seriousness of the situation.

He let out a piercing scream and his eyes burned with fury.

How could Mitchel do this for Raegan! Did he think he could lock her up forever?

As soon as she came out, she swore to herself that she would get revenge.

Lauren's gaze shone with hatred, like a scorpion ready to release its poisonous sting at any moment.

«Mitchel Dixon! You will regret this. Wait and see. "I swear to God I will never forgive you."

In Raegan's room.

Raegan silently looked at her right hand. He tried with all his might to make a fist, but it was in vain.

The nurse saw what Raegan was trying to do and felt a lump in her throat. Feeling very sorry, he reassured Raegan: “You may not be able to exert much force, but you can still write. Try not to stay in one position for too long, or you could..."

She stopped short when she realized how important Raegan's right hand was to her. His voice faded to a whisper with each word. On second thought, he thought it would be best to give some advice that could help Raegan in the long run.

«It may be better for you to use your left hand during rehabilitation. "This way you won't force your right."

Even after the nurse left, Raegan continued to stare at her right hand without blinking.

Her tendons had been severed by glass shards that day, depriving her of the ability to grasp a pen. That explained the tremor in his hand every time he grabbed something.

Unfortunately for Raegan, she could no longer draw or create art. She tried to tell herself that everything would be fine, since her right hand wasn't completely useless.

But every time she looked at his trembling hand, she couldn't help but burst into tears, quickly wetting the white quilt beneath her.

What had she done in her past life for God to punish her like this?

The loss of her grandmother, the abortion of her beloved son, and now her hand was useless...

When Mitchel entered the room, seeing her cry made his heart ache as if it were pierced by countless needles.

Although normally determined, Mitchel found himself lost and unsure of how to approach her.

He didn't know how to comfort the woman he loved.

For the first time, he deeply despised himself. Raegan was right.

She had been so negligent, allowing Lauren to inflict pain on her over and over again.

Now that he had finally realized how stupid he had been, he refused to waste another moment of slip-up.

Mitchel took a step forward and opened his mouth to speak.

However, Raegan didn't even spare him a glance. He treated him as if he were invisible.

He didn't pay attention to Mitchel at all.

After several days of rest, Raegan had not gained weight and had become fragile and delicate as paper.

And she looked nothing like a girl her age, who was supposed to be full of vigor and vitality.

Regret gripped Mitchel's heart upon seeing her. He reached out to catch a tear that fell from her cheek. But at that moment, his expression changed.

Raegan stepped back and asked suspiciously, “What are you doing?”

The caution in Raegan's gaze increased the pain in Mitchel's chest.

However, he forced himself to remain calm and composed and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you eaten anything tonight?"

Raegan smiled sarcastically.

"Mitchel, this isn't exactly the time to chat, is it?"

Mitchel swallowed. After a tense moment, he informed her, "Lauren has been sent to a psychiatric facility."

It would have been good news if it had been in the past. But now, Raegan was unfazed. Where Lauren ended up meant nothing to her now. After all, Lauren was only important to her when she still had feelings for Mitchel.

But those days were over. She was done with Mitchel, so Lauren didn't care anymore.

Raegan's indifference stung Mitchel. Full of remorse, he took her hand and said, "I won't let him bother us again."

Raegan's hand tensed and she pulled it back as if she had touched a flame.

His revulsion was unmistakable.

“Mitchel, your promises mean nothing to me anymore,” he growled.

He had broken his promises too many times and she no longer had faith in him.

Disheartened, Raegan looked away and dismissed him.

«Go away, please.

Don't come back unless you're willing to talk about divorce.

The mention of divorce made Mitchel's heart tremble.

Without thinking, he protested: "I will not accept a divorce."

But Raegan didn't get angry. Instead, he curled his lips and murmured, "You'll change your mind eventually."

Mitchel's expression turned stormy. He didn't understand why she was so sure of it.

Accepting a divorce had never crossed his mind. How was he going to get divorced?

Thinking about it, he swore determinedly, Raegan, I will never sign those papers.

Mitchel wrapped her in his embrace and ignored her struggles. Lately he had kept his distance for fear that she was too fragile to handle.

Her sweet, familiar scent filled his senses, bringing him a moment of peace in the midst of the chaos.

How I wished I could freeze time right there.

Although Raegan did not push him away, Mitchel did not hold her for long, sensing her coldness and repulsion towards him.

He moved to take her arms and looked at her.

«Honey, it's all my fault. Please… Just give me another chance.”

Without any emotion on her face, Raegan said slowly, “Listen, this is the end for us. "My decision regarding our divorce is final."

A palpable tension hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

At his words, a shadow crossed Mitchel's face, and he replied: "And if I refuse the divorce, what will you do?"

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