In the master bedroom, Annika stood at the window, staring absently at the vast sky. Turning around, her gaze fell on the calendar. The marked date reminded her it was time for her prenatal check-up. She slipped out of her pajamas and into a loose-fitting black dress that completely hid her slender frame, making it impossible to tell she was four months pregnant.
Lana accompanied her to the hospital. During the appointment, Lana recorded the ultrasound on her phone. Annika held it afterward, her heart swelling and her eyes burning as she watched the video replay. Seeing the tiny figure, its little hands and feet already formed, was a thrill unlike any other. That was her child. She replayed the clip over and over, unwilling to close the app.
Annika was still watching the video as she walked, with Lana a few steps ahead. Suddenly, she heard Lana call out, “Mr. Beryl.”
Annika’s steps faltered. She slowly looked up from her phone, her eyes unexpectedly meeting a tall, imposing figure at the corner of the hallway. The man, who must have heard Lana’s call, had stopped and turned, his gaze locking with Annika’s.
A flicker of surprise crossed Conrad’s face, clearly not expecting to run into her at the hospital. He retracted his step and walked toward them. A faint smile touched his thin lips, but the fatigue in his eyes and his disheveled hair suggested a sleepless night. “What are you two doing here?”
“It’s Annika’s prenatal check-up today, Mr. Beryl,” Lana said, her tone carrying a clear note of condemnation. “Since no one else was available to come with her, I had to leave my work to be here.”
As a maid from the Sargent Villa, Lana wouldn't normally dare speak to Conrad this way, but today was different. She felt compelled to stand up for Annika.
Conrad seemed to process Lana's words, a soft light flickering in his deep eyes. He walked over to Annika, his voice exceptionally gentle. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was your check-up today. You should have told me.”
Annika found his words utterly insincere. He was wearing the same suit he’d had on last night when he’d carried Serena out of Scent Haven, and he looked completely worn out and haggard. In her memory, Conrad was always impeccably dressed. To see him let himself go like this for Serena was a bitter pill.
“And if I had told you, would you have come with me?” The question slipped out before Annika could stop it.
“Of course.”



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