His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 118

Under Yazmin's relentless questioning, a thin, cold smile formed on Conrad's lips. "Don't bother looking for her. She's a heartless woman. What's the use?"

He could have any woman he wanted. What was Annika to him?

Hearing her son's words, Yazmin froze, her face slowly draining of color. She gripped his sleeve, her voice trembling with panic. "Is the baby… really gone?"

Conrad closed his eyes, a muscle in his jaw twitching, clearly unwilling to answer.

"You ungrateful son!" Yazmin sobbed, pounding her fists against his chest. "Annika was so good, and you refused to cherish her! You insisted on getting involved with Serena, and now look! You…" She gritted her teeth, frustrated by his failure. "You're just reaping what you sowed!"

Seeing her son's despair and grief pained her deeply. Without another word, she turned and stormed out of the Beryl Group tower. Conrad, still frozen in his chair, didn't try to stop her. At this point, nothing seemed to matter anymore.

Yazmin had just left when Estelle arrived. "Conrad, is it true? Is my nephew really gone?"

"Get out," Conrad growled, his eyes red-rimmed.

Estelle began to cry, whimpering, "Why are you yelling at me? It's not my fault you lost your child."

During her two-year marriage to Conrad, Annika had been a dutiful and respectful wife, earning the affection of the elders, especially the Beryl family patriarch, Zoltan Beryl. Yazmin had also treated her well, and Annika didn't want to cause him pain. After a moment of silence, she said, "Yazmin, let's not tell Zoltan for now."

"How could I dare?" Yazmin said. After saying many more reluctant goodbyes, she acknowledged the inevitable. With the baby gone, she knew the bond between Annika and her son was truly broken. She held no more hope. As she was leaving, she said, "Annika, even if we can't be mother and daughter-in-law, I'm still on your side. If that boy bullies you again, I'll stand up for you."

A mother knows her son best. Yazmin knew Conrad wouldn't let this go. Even if he wanted to, his friends would seek retribution on his behalf.

After thanking Yazmin, Annika watched her leave, wiping her tears. Moments later, Tyler came in. Looking at his bruised face, Annika remembered what he had said to Conrad yesterday—that Conrad had used a woman to trap him because of her. Conrad was despicable. A wave of guilt washed over her. "Tyler, I'm so sorry. I've dragged you into this."