Love Unbreakable

Chapter 280 I Don't Want To Live Anymore 

The driver in the front took a hard hit in the crash.

As a result, his blood splattered everywhere and even reached the back seat.

Raegan lay in a pool of blood.

Her forehead was cut by shattered glass, her face drenched in crimson, and her head spinning.

The van collided with the railing, rendering the bridge unusable.

Meanwhile, inside the sleek black car, Lauren was suddenly gripped by a sharp abdominal pain.

She could tell that she was having a miscarriage.

"Mitchel, my stomach...It hurts."

Lauren groaned.

With a furrowed brow, Mitchel immediately radioed the occupants of another vehicle that had crossed

the bridge, signaling them to pull over and wait.

Then, he exited the car, cradled Lauren in his arms, and made his way across the bridge.

The front of the van began to ignite.

Despite the searing pain and dizziness, Raegan caught a glimpse of someone through the window.

"Mitchel, help!"

Raegan wanted to cry out, but no sound escaped her lips.

Weakness had sapped her of the strength to even open her mouth.

With all her remaining strength, she extended her bloody hand toward the nearby glass.

"Mitchel, help...Our baby..."

Sadly, all Raegan could do was watch as Mitchel walked away with Lauren in his arms.

In the end, she could only close her eyes in despair.

At that moment, the distant sound of an ambulance siren reached her ears.

Raegan struggled to open her eyes, a glimmer of hope flickering in them.

But before the ambulance could arrive...

Splash! The van plunged into the river with flames engulfing it.

The next second, cold water surged into the vehicle.

Tears cascaded down Raegan's cheeks.

If only she hadn't run away, this accident might never have happened.

Regret washed over her in that instant.

If she could start over, she'd vow never to fall in love with Mitchel...

At this very moment, Raegan felt a faint kick in her belly.

It was the first time her baby had reached out to her.

It seemed this little thing was trying to lift her spirits.

But instead of being happy, her heart ached.

"I'm sorry...Mommy is useless that I've even put you in danger," Reagan whispered in her heart.

At the hospital, when Mitchel heard that Lauren was safe, he turned and left without so much as a

glance in her direction.Just then, Matteo caught up with Mitchel and said with a palpable unease,

"Mr.Dixon, Mrs.Dixon is missing."

"What?"

Mitchel uttered in disbelief.

"The bodyguards who were with her just called.They said Mrs.Dixon had gone to a studio to take some

photos this afternoon and then disappeared."

Mitchel's face darkened, and he asked with a grim tone, "Which studio?"

"The same one where you had taken the wedding photos."

At those words, Mitchel's heart skipped a beat.

The revelation left him with an unsettling feeling.

"Have you checked the surveillance footage?" Mitchel urgently asked.

"Yes, I have."

Matteo retrieved his phone and handed it to Mitchel.

“It seems that Mrs.Dixon had planned this.She changed her attire to something resembling what we

were searching for this afternoon."

Apart from their vehicles, there was another black van in the vicinity when Raegan disappeared, as

seen in the footage on Matteo's phone.

In the hospital corridor, a news anchor was broadcasting a breaking news story on TV.

"At two o'clock this afternoon, a car accident occurred on the newly constructed bridge.According to

eyewitnesses, there were two occupants in the van.The driver lost his life at the scene, while the

search for the other person is still ongoing..."

All of a sudden, Mitchel's heart felt as though it had been stabbed by a knife, but he remained numb.

A car accident on the bridge...

"Mr.Dixon..."

Matteo called out to Mitchel many times, but Mitchel didn't respond.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

The tension in the air was so thick that Matteo couldn't bring himself to draw breath.

And then, Mitchel collapsed right in front of Matteo.

"Mr.Dixon, are you alright?"

Mitchel didn't speak.

Before he knew it, everything turned black.

Three days later, Mitchel finally regained consciousness.

“How are you feeling now, Mitchel? Do you feel any discomfort?"

Luciana asked with concern.

Instead of answering her questions, Mitchel asked, Where's Raegan?"

Luciana was taken aback by his question and struggled to find the right words.

"Mom, have you seen Raegan?"

Mitchel pressed further.

"Mitchel...Matteo has told me about Raegan's accident.It's unfortunate..."

"I'm asking you where she is right now,"

Mitchel insisted through gritted teeth.

Seeing Mitchel's distress, Luciana grappled with how to console him.

In the end, she realized that it might be best for Mitchel to confront the truth sooner rather than later.

“I understand this is incredibly difficult for you...It's been three days, and they haven't found her.I'm

afraid we must accept the possibility that she’s gone.Raegan was once my daughter-in-law.And with no

family of her own, rest assured I'll arrange a decent funeral for her."

Worried about Mitchel, Luciana had ordered the bodyguards to keep an eye over him at all times.

At this particular moment, Mitchel's complexion was ashen.

He threw off the covers and rose from the bed.

Luciana intervened and worriedly asked, "Mitchel, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find her," Mitchel answered with a dead serious expression.

Luciana was momentarily at a loss for words.

Once she regained her composure, she firmly said, “Raegan is dead.Where are you going to find her?"

"No, that's not true.They just couldn't find her."

Mitchel stared into Luciana's eyes and asserted, “She's not dead..."

Luciana found herself powerless to stop him.

Following that, Mitchel tirelessly scoured the riverbanks in search of Raegan for seven consecutive

days and nights and barely allowed himself any rest.

But a full week later, he was forced to come home by Luciana and the bodyguards.

Mitchel had always been meticulous about his appearance.

But now, his eyes were sunken, and his face was adorned with stubble.

Upon seeing her son's disheveled appearance, Luciana embraced him tightly and wept.

“Mitchel, don't scare me.You're my life! You mean everything to me!"

"I don't want to live anymore," Mitchel responded.

His pallid lips quivered as he said these painful words, "Mom, can I trade my life for hers?"

Luciana clutched his arm with an iron grip and implored, "Absolutely not! If you were to die, 1 wouldn't Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

be able to go on living either."

Boom! Mitchel's body swayed briefly and then collapsed to the floor.

Luciana's eyes widened in panic, and she cried out, "Doctor! Somebody call a doctor!"

The room erupted into chaos.

In the basement, Jamie had been confined here for two weeks.

Throughout this time, the villa's staff would come down and toss food and water to her as if feeding a

dog.

Furthermore, no one had sought medical attention for her.

It appeared that they intentionally allowed her injuries to worsen.

The large scars itched and throbbed, leading Jamie to inadvertently scratch at them.

As a consequence, her wounds were extended.

With heavy humidity yet without proper medical treatment, Jamie's wounds had rotten.

Due to the darkness in this basement, Jamie couldn't quite make out things.

On one fateful day, the door was opened again.

Jamie heard the heavy footsteps in leather shoes approaching, drawing nearer and nearer.

She saw a glimmer of hope and crawled toward the sound, "Jarrod...Jarrod, is that you?"

Eventually, the footsteps of the leather shoes stopped right in front of her.

"You're right.It's me."