Chapter 86 Are You Regretting It?

The mention of the baby stabbed Lucien straight through his chest. A flicker of pain crossed his face. Brenda's voice cut like ice. "Oh, spare me the tragic expression. Who do you think you're fooling?" Lucien took a deep breath. "Mom… That was my child, too." "Oh? You still remember that?" "I… I was too late. If I'd gotten to her just a bit sooner, maybe the baby—maybe I could've saved—" "You could have," Brenda interrupted coldly. "Talia had already given up. She'd reached her breaking point—absolute despair. That decision wasn't made on impulse. She wanted to sever every last tie with you. Otherwise, she wouldn't have done it so cleanly and so decisively." Lucien felt like something invisible had reached into his chest and gripped his heart in a cruel twist, wringing it until he couldn't breathe. He thumped a fist against his chest, exhaling sharply. That day, outside the hospital—Talia had said it herself. She didn't want to see him ever again. That was the whole re