His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 115

All this time, Conrad hadn’t called Donovan at Tyson Capital to make a move on the Sargent Group. Instead, he was calling to use his father's influence to lock down the city’s hospitals.

“Are you in or not?” Conrad cut him off, in no mood for banter.

“In, of course I’m in,” Donovan quickly agreed. He wouldn't dare refuse.

After hanging up, a thought struck Donovan. Was Annika trying to run away with the baby on the verge of giving birth?

A cold sweat broke out on his brow. The thought that a man as powerful as Conrad could be abandoned by a woman was staggering. He scrambled to call the major hospitals.

Despite the city-wide net Conrad had cast, Annika seemed to have slipped through it.

Justin drove over directly, and Donovan arrived soon after. The two men stood beside Conrad, their faces etched with anxiety.

Justin was the first to report. “Conrad, we have men at the airport, high-speed rail, train stations, and all major exits. There’s no sign of Annika.”

Donovan immediately followed up, just as stressed. “I’ve had every hospital checked. There’s no trace of her there either.”

An idea occurred to Justin. “Could she be using a fake ID?”

Conrad replayed the surveillance footage from before she left. Analyzing the conversation between Annika and Lana after the fall, he deduced that her decision to flee was impulsive. Otherwise, Lana wouldn’t have hesitated to call Tyler.

A cold, dark shadow fell over Conrad’s eyes. He stood under the streetlight, his expression frigid and unreadable, the chill emanating from him seeming to seep from his very bones.

Conrad stared at her. The sight of her weakness sent a pang of heartache through him, but it was quickly overwhelmed by an irrepressible fury that began to leak from his eyes.

“Where is my son?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

Annika met his gaze. The man’s pupils were shot through with red, and he looked like a wild beast, enraged yet desperately trying to hold back an explosion. Though she knew a storm was coming, and despite her own weakness, Annika straightened her back and enunciated each word clearly. “Complications during birth. He died.”

Conrad staggered slightly, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His mind went blank, and a loud ringing filled his ears. He stared at Annika’s face, his gaze so intense it seemed he wanted to burn a hole right through her.

“Say that again,” he gritted out.

“Complications during birth,” Annika repeated, her tone flat, as if she were merely commenting on the weather. “He died.”