His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 137

The child had to be Annika’s. He hadn’t died during childbirth; she had successfully delivered him. The realization filled Estelle with a bitter, furious pain. In her mind, only she was worthy of bearing Conrad’s child. Annika’s son was like a poisoned thorn stabbing into her heart, making her want to burn the world down. Venom filled Estelle’s eyes. She composed a text message and sent it to Yelena: [Yelena, you really don’t need to come. It’s not Annika who’s sick, it’s her son. He has a high fever and pneumonia. He’s in VIP Room 8.]

After sending the text, Estelle shoved her phone in her pocket, pulled up her collar, and strode away in her high heels.

Monroe was running low on formula, which Lana had forgotten to buy. Annika asked Lana to watch him while she went downstairs to the store. Just as she stepped out of the elevator, a bucket of cold liquid flew at her head. She recoiled, but it was too late. Cold, red paint was already dripping from her hair and clothes. With a loud clang, the bucket hit the floor, its remaining contents splattering across the tiles. A tall, slender figure, likely a woman, had already vanished from sight.

Annika wiped the red liquid from her face and shot a cold glare at the gawkers who were filming her with their phones. Head held high despite the paint, she walked to the store, drawing shocked stares all the way. After buying the formula, she called the police. As she reached the hospital entrance, she collided with Lana, who was running out, sobbing hysterically.

“What’s wrong?” Annika grabbed her arm.

Seeing Annika, Lana’s legs gave out. She could barely speak between sobs. “Monroe… Monroe…”

Annika let go of Lana and sprinted into the room. The hospital bed was empty. Monroe was gone. All the color drained from Annika’s face, and she felt the blood turn to ice in her veins. Her expression was grim as she fought to contain her rage, screaming at Lana, “Where is Monroe?”

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