Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

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.
He was a neat freak to a fault, but he disregarded the blood staining his clothes.
His gaze stayed glued to the ward door, unblinking. When the attending doctor
emerged, Mitchel approached her and asked with apparent concern, "How is
she?” "She's stable now," the doctor replied, her voice steady and 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 last person Raegan wanted to see at the
moment.

In the next few days, Mitchel kept his distance from the ward. Still, he ensured
Raegan's care was constant. He arranged for four nurses, 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 at the sight of this. Mitchel, without turning around, inquired, "How did
the investigation go?" "The kidnappers’ escape went awry,” Matteo answered.
"Their vehicle went off a cliff, and then the car exploded. There were no
survivors.

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.

With a grimace, 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 the
bodyguards using baseball bats.

"Ah! Why would you do that!” The gruesome crunch of bone reverberated off the
walls, along with screams of agony. Mitchel stepped closer and coldly asked,
“Now, do you understand why you two are here?" Gripped by terror and
desperate to avoid another blow, the fat vagrant blurted out, "Is this about that job
we took a few days ago?” Mitchel's silence confirmed his fears, prompting him to
spill the truth. "We kidnapped a young woman in the hospital's underground
parking a few days ago." A dark cloud passed over Mitchel's face. Then, with a
low and dangerous voice, he demanded, "Tell me what happened that day. Leave
nothing out." "Okay, okay!" The fat vagrant vigorously nodded his head. “Just
don't hit me again.

I'll tell you everything!" "Me too! I'll tell you every last bit!" his thin companion
echoed.

In their haste, they tripped over their words as they recounted what had
happened.

"Some ruthless woman hired us for the job," the fat vagrant added.

"She wanted us to fuck the lady and even asked us to lash her.

But we didn't know the one we kidnapped was pregnant.

Had we known...” A sharp crack interrupted him.

This time, these two vagrants’ arms bore the brunt.

"Ah! Stop it!" They screamed and writhed in agony.

Their arms were grotesquely deformed and dangling uselessly.

"I said, spare no details!" Mitchel bellowed.

His low voice sounded like the devil's from the depths of hell.

Panic-stricken, the fat vagrant stammered, "I hit her many times, tore her
clothes...” "l used my belt to hit her, kicked her..." the

thin vagrant admitted as well.

His voice wavered, each word weaker than the last.

The more he spoke, the less courageous he became.

Mitchel's expression chilled to an icy mask.

Then, he commanded, "Before you hand them over to the police, make sure
they're no longer a threat to anyone.” The vagrants’

eyes widened in terror at his words.

Not long after, their cries and wails filled the air, reverberating off the cold walls
as the bodyguards carried out Mitchel's grim

directive.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Nicole made it a habit to visit Raegan every day.

She would shoo the nurses away for some chit chat with Raegan.

The nurses did not complain.

After all, Mitchel had ordered them to take good care of Raegan.

Since Nicole was Raegan's good friend, they did not want to make things difficult
for her.

Not too long after Nicole left, the door of the ward the door creaked open once
again.

Lauren, in a wheelchair, approached Raegan's bed slowly.

Then, she flashed a smile and asked, "Raegan, how are you feeling?” Raegan
frowned in disdain.

Not wanting to talk to her, she demanded, “Leave.” However, Lauren seemed to
thrive on the tension.

A triumphant smile crept across her face.

"Why are you so worked up? I heard the little bastard..." She paused for a beat
and pretended to cough.

"I heard that you miscarried, so 1 came here to see if you're doing well." Raegan
recoiled, and her eyes brimmed with hurt and

fury.