His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 166

The news of her son’s disappearance made Annika’s heart pound so hard it felt like it would burst from her chest. But she quickly regained her composure.

As she ran out of the Beryl Group building, Conrad was already pulling the black Cayenne out of the garage, stopping right at her feet. She jumped in, and the car sped back toward the Beryl family estate.

A somber atmosphere had descended upon the manor. The cherished heir of the Beryl family was missing.

Yazmin’s eyes were red and swollen. Seeing Conrad and Annika, her tears flowed uncontrollably. “Annika, I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice hoarse. It was her fault for not protecting Monroe.

As furious as Annika was, she couldn't unleash her anger now.

Seeing her silence, Yazmin cried even harder. Estelle tried to console her. “Mom, please stop crying. You’ve been at it for half the day. Any more and you’ll damage your eyes.”

Yazmin directed her rage at Estelle. “Of course you’re not worried. He’s not related to you by blood, after all.”

Estelle looked hurt, her lip trembling. “Mom, how can you say that? I love Monroe, too. But crying won’t solve anything right now. We need to figure out how to find him.”

At the mention of this, Yazmin’s temper flared. She turned on the roomful of servants. “Tell me, where is Monroe?”

No one dared to utter a word; all the servants bowed their heads.

“You. Tell me, Beth.” Yazmin’s fury landed on the long-serving maid of the Beryl Manor.

Beth looked ashamed and devastated. “Ma’am, I… I don’t know… oh…” she sobbed. “I was the first to realize he was gone. Last night, after I got him to sleep, I was the one who carried him to Mr. Zoltan’s room. I put him in the crib myself. With Monroe… gone… I take full responsibility.”

The Beryl Manor was turned upside down, yet there was still no sign of Monroe.

When Estelle came out of her room, she found Conrad standing silently by her door, smoking. She walked over. “Conrad, don’t worry. The heavens protect the worthy. Monroe will be fine.”

Conrad exhaled a plume of smoke, and his gaze cut through it like a dagger, piercing straight through her. “If I find any proof that you did this, Estelle, I won’t spare you.”

A shiver ran down Estelle’s spine, and she cried out in protest. “Conrad, why would you even think it was me? How could I possibly harm my own nephew? I love him so much.”

Her tone was a bit exaggerated.

Conrad sneered. “Cut the act. Just because I don’t say certain things doesn’t mean I don’t know them. You’re the one who got Yelena out of prison, aren’t you?”