Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 472

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Raegan flatly questioned, "Mitchel, did you remember what happened to our first child?"

The question made Mitchel's dark eyes narrow sharply. His heart seemed to stop for a split second. It made sense why Raegan had woken up without asking about him or paying him a visit. It turned out that he had recovered his memory.

Mitchel was silent for a moment before he began slowly: "Raegan, Uooo™."

"Mitchel Dixon!" Raegan interrupted him sharply.

Staring at him, her lips curled into a mocking smile. «Do you remember how I begged you to save our son? And your answer?

You rejected me, telling me to stop making a fuss.

Remembering the loss of her unborn child, Raegan's complexion turned even more ashen and her voice shook with pain and rage. "In your eyes, asking for our son's life was nothing more than making a scandal."

Seeing her face bathed in tears, Mitchel felt a crushing weight on his heart that made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Raegan, I didn't see it that way..." The loss of our son hurts me as much as it hurts you. I admit that I didn't protect you both as I should have. You can blame me, yell at me or even hurt me, do whatever you want, but please don't treat me like that..."

Mitchel's voice became strained. «You can't deny me the chance to see Janey.

"I am his father."

The sorrows and grievances of the past washed over Raegan like a tidal wave, carrying anguish and torment throughout her body. Her eyes reddened and she said excitedly, “Mitchel, Janey is my daughter. I alone brought her into this world. "I would do anything to keep you from taking her from me."

Overcome with emotion, Raegan began coughing uncontrollably, her body shaking and her chest aching.

Worried, Mitchel quickly walked forward and wrapped her in his arms.

«I didn't mean that. I didn't mean to...

His heart aching uncontrollably, he held her shoulder and patted her back reassuringly. "I didn't mean to keep Janey away from you."

The warmth of Mitchel's broad palm and chest slowly eased Raegan's cough.

However, their hug suddenly seemed out of place, considering how things were between them.

Raegan tried to pull away, but Mitchel held her firmly.

“Raegan, let's stop making things difficult for each other, okay?”

Mitchel hugged her tighter, rested his chin on her head and breathed in her light, unique scent. It was a scent and a hug that I longed for, how could I let it go?

Looking at her delicate, charming face, he murmured, almost as a plea, “Let's try it again. Think of it as a chance to make things right, to make it up to you and our daughter, okay?

Seeing her still expressionless, he added hesitantly, "Would you consider it for Janey's sake?" She needs me, right? Do you have the heart to see her ridiculed for not having a father?

Mitchel remembered when Janey yelled at her for being made fun of for not having a father on the playground. Those words had hit him hard. It was then that she decided to treat Janey as her own daughter, even though she didn't know at the time that Janey was actually her biological daughter.

Now, realizing that Janey was really his, those memories hurt even more. Janey was the precious girl who he had not known how to protect well.

She never deserved to be ridiculed. With a touch of coldness in his voice, Mitchel said, "I can't stand by and do nothing while they make fun of Janey for this."

Hearing this, Raegan smiled satisfied. Mitchel was still the same as before.

Only now, he offered a sweet date rather than a slap. After all, he not only wanted Janey, but also her, trying to keep both of them.

Raegan pushed Mitchel away forcefully and looked at him mockingly.

"Mitchel, are you threatening me?"

With his eyebrows drawn together, Mitchel took her hand and said hoarsely, "Raegan, you've got it all wrong."

He stopped, his voice tight. «I beg you... Please, think about it carefully.

Give me the opportunity to leave our past sorrows behind and create a whole family for Janey.

His voice was charged with deep emotion, humbly pleading.

However, the hurt and suffering Mitchel had caused Raegan could not be undone, despite Mitchel's pleas. Raegan's face remained unyielding, his warm touch unable to melt her coldness.

Fixing a broken mirror was hard work. Just like a broken heart, always with cracks. The painful memories were vivid and clear.

Each memory brought new pain to Raegan. How could she meet him without reservation?

Raegan looked at Mitchel, expressionless. «Mitchel, I have three questions for you. Answer them and maybe I'll consider meeting you.

Mitchel froze, hope burning in his heart. However, he tried not to get too excited, worried about losing this delicate moment.

With controlled enthusiasm, he responded, “Go ahead.”

Raegan's questions were direct. «When my grandmother died, where were you? When Tessa abused me and caused me to lose our first child, where were you? When I was fighting for my life in the car accident, where were you?

These questions hit Mitchel hard, leaving him breathless and his face white as a sheet. He tried to speak, but it was like a blade was stuck in his throat, making it agonizing to even breathe, let alone form words.

Raegan looked at him and her lips curved into a bitter, pained smile. «You told me you had nothing for Lauren, only gratitude, but can you see the real and deep damage your actions caused me? You're asking me to forget all those bad memories, Mitchel.

Tears were streaming down Raegan's pretty face, her eyes brimming with pain, every word heavy. "How could I forget?"

Mitchel trembled, agony swirling in his gaze. All that pain, all that grief… Whether involuntary or misinterpreted, they had all been caused by him. He couldn't deny it, remorse overwhelmed him.

With his voice choked as if by a blade, Mitchel said weakly, "I'm sorry..." He knew how empty and ridiculous those words must sound.

However, he had nothing more to offer.

Raegan's smile was both painful and mocking, saying lightly, "Mitchel, do you still think we can start over now?"

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