His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 37

With that, Conrad turned and strode away.

Annika watched him walk away, straight-backed and proud, biting her lip until it hurt. She had a gentle exterior but a will of iron. Having decided to sever all ties with Conrad, she was determined not to return to Scent Haven. She knew she couldn’t afford to provoke him, but she refused to surrender.

Back at the Sargent Group, she resumed her frantic calls to find a lawyer. To her surprise, a lawyer named Derek contacted her, claiming he could solve her problem. Overjoyed, Annika quickly arranged a meeting.

They met, and after Derek reviewed the case, his confidence was so infectious that Annika finally felt a wave of relief. In court, he engaged in a fierce verbal battle with the prosecutor and secured an initial victory.

Annika was ecstatic. After the hearing, she visited Marcus and told him to hold on for just a little longer, assuring him that she would have him out on bail after the next session.

However, when the day of the second hearing arrived, Derek was nowhere to be found. Annika, watching her father grow increasingly agitated in the defendant’s box, could no longer remain calm. She begged the judge for a fifteen-minute recess, but even after the time was up, Derek still hadn’t appeared. Defeated, her white-haired father was led away.

Annika called Derek dozens of times. When he finally answered, he told her he was at a police station. He’d been drinking the night before and had woken up in bed with some girl who was now accusing him of rape.

She knew instantly that it wasn’t a coincidence; it was a deliberate, calculated plot. News of Derek’s situation spread like wildfire through the legal community, making it impossible for Annika to find another lawyer willing to defend her father. That same night, Marcus’s condition took a turn for the worse. The moment she heard, Annika rushed to the detention center.

But despite her frantic desperation, she was denied entry. She stood under the eaves of the building, feeling colder than the snowflakes drifting down from the sky, and pulled out her phone to dial Conrad’s number.

His voice, when he finally answered, was a low, lazy rasp of someone woken from sleep. “Hello.”

“Conrad.” His name escaped her colorless lips as she stared vacantly at the falling snow.

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