His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 136

“It’s all my fault, all my fault,” Annika agonized, her lips trembling as she chastised herself. Seeing her genuine panic and remorse, the doctor stopped lecturing her and instructed the nurse to prepare an IV. To set up the drip, they needed to shave the baby’s head. Annika’s eyes landed on the razor in the nurse’s hand, and she clutched her son tighter, crying out, “Do you have to shave his head?”

“We won’t be able to find a vein otherwise,” the nurse explained.

“Will it hurt him?”

“No, it won’t hurt. Don’t worry, Ms. Sargent.”

With that, the nurse brought the razor to Monroe’s tiny head. The soft, fluffy hair fell away, and soon, the baby was completely bald. As the nurse searched for a vein on his smooth forehead, Annika’s fingers clenched into tight fists, her rational mind fighting the overwhelming urge to snatch her child and run. When the needle finally pierced Monroe’s skin, he let out a wail, and Annika felt her own heart seize, the pain so sharp it felt like it might crack open. For the entire time Monroe was on the IV, Annika stood vigil by his bedside, not daring to even blink.

Meanwhile, Nolan, who had been chasing Annika, found his car broken down halfway. Discouraged, he called Conrad. “Mr. Beryl, the car broke down.”

On the other end, the pen in Conrad’s hand paused, his brow furrowing. “Find out where she went. Immediately.”

“Yes, sir.” Nolan knew Conrad’s tells. He might act indifferent, but he cared deeply about Annika.

Estelle had been following Nolan the whole time. Seeing his car stranded on the side of the road, a bloodthirsty smile touched her lips. She floored the accelerator, her car flying past Nolan, who was too engrossed in his call with Conrad to notice her.

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