Seeing Yazmin’s excitement, Serena burned with jealousy. She remarked casually, “Yazmin, you didn’t know? Annika is pregnant. But the hospital performed an amniocentesis, and it turns out the baby isn’t Conrad’s.”
“Be quiet!” Yazmin snapped, refusing to listen. She knew what kind of person Annika was, and in her eyes, Serena was nothing but a troublemaker.
Yazmin glared at her. “Don’t think that just because I’m letting you stay here for a few days, I’ve accepted you. Let me make myself clear, Serena. In my heart, Annika is the only one worthy of being my daughter-in-law.”
Humiliated at being scolded in front of the staff, Serena’s eyes reddened with anger. “Yazmin, I know you don’t like me, and I know you adore Annika, but I’m telling the truth! That child doesn’t belong to the Beryl family. If you don’t believe me, ask Conrad.”
Serena directed the sharp question toward the man who had been standing silently at the entrance for who knows how long.
Annika stood there, neither speaking nor showing any anger. Arguing with someone like Serena was a waste of energy.
Feeling her presence was no longer necessary, she turned to Yazmin. “Yazmin, something urgent came up. I have to go.”
She walked away quickly, not understanding why Conrad was home at this hour. As she brushed past him, she didn’t even spare him a glance.
Yazmin was too slow to stop her. By the time she called out, Annika was already far down the hall. She turned on Conrad, her voice a low growl. “Well? Aren’t you going to see Annika out? If anything happens to my grandson, I’ll never forgive you.”
“Fine,” Conrad said, turning to leave.
“Conrad…” Serena cried out, her face pale with fury.
Yazmin was treating Annika’s baby like a precious treasure, even after hearing it might not be a Beryl. And Conrad, the ever-dutiful son, always listened to his mother. Serena gripped the armrests of her wheelchair so tightly her knuckles turned white. She hated Annika.
Annika looked back and saw Conrad following her. Forgetting her car, she walked straight to the main road to hail a cab. After several unsuccessful attempts, the black Volkswagen she’d driven there screeched to a halt in front of her.


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