His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 101

Staring at Serena’s pitiful, damsel-in-distress act, Annika let out a cold, bitter laugh. "Serena," she said, her voice sharp, "whatever bond we had as cousins is long gone. From now on, don't you dare bring it up. I wouldn't be happy if you died, but I wouldn't be sad either. In other words, whether you live or die has nothing to do with me."

With that, Annika turned to the maid. "Lana, go get my suitcase. We're leaving."

Lana hurried upstairs to fetch the packed luggage.

Serena wheeled her chair forward, blocking Annika's path. Her voice was a desperate plea. "Annika, don't go. If you leave, Conrad will blame me. You're the one he loves. He let me stay here because we..."

Serena trailed off, hesitating before adding, "We truly have reasons we can't explain."

By then, Lana had returned with the suitcase. Annika ignored Serena and headed for the door with Lana in tow, only to be blocked by two imposing figures. "Mrs. Beryl, Mr. Beryl has instructed that you are not to leave for the time being."

"Get out of my way," Annika growled, struggling to contain her fury.

But the burly men stood firm, like two immovable mountains looming over her.

The fire in Annika's heart finally erupted. She pulled out her phone and dialed Conrad. "Conrad, tell them to get out of my way. I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" The voice on the phone grew louder, closer.

Annika looked up to see Conrad's handsome face as he strode in through the door, phone still in hand. His piercing gaze, burning with an intensity that seemed to flicker like flames, locked onto her.

Seeing him, Serena looked as if she was on the verge of tears. "Conrad," she trembled, "I told you Annika would be upset if I moved in. You have to console her."

Annika stood frozen, listening to Serena's cloying voice. Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched into tight fists as her body trembled with suppressed rage.

Only at Scent Haven could he protect her. Otherwise, Serena could lose her life.

"Has to?" The word, identical to the one Serena had used, drew a derisive laugh from Annika. Her tone was icy. "Of course. This is your villa. You decide who stays here. You don't need to explain anything to me."

"Annika," Conrad said, his voice pleading. "I need you to understand my situation."

"Mr. Beryl, I need you to understand mine," Annika shot back, her eyes filled with a desolate pain as she forced a smile. "I'm a person. I have flesh and blood, a soul, and my own thoughts. You move her in and forbid me from leaving. What, you want to enjoy the bliss of having both of us under one roof?"

Seeing Conrad's dark expression and his lips pressed into a thin, pale line, the rage that had been building inside her for so long finally burst forth.

"Does that make you feel like a real man, Conrad?" she sneered. "Don't you feel disgusting?"