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."

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