Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 404: The baby was indeed his child. He had once thought it was Greyson's baby and had even tried to get Candice to terminate it. He felt a great deal of regret now. Milton's hand struck the concrete wall with a heavy thud. Immediately, blood trickled from his knuckles, staining the once-pristine surface. The pain barely registered, but a wave of regret overwhelmed him. Candice was carrying his child. He had made a terrible mistake. He recalled the warnings he had given her, the cruel words he had spoken, and the money he had used to humiliate her.

He had believed the child was Greyson's and had mercilessly demanded an abortion. Only now did he realize the truth-but it was too late. He had signed the consent form himself, agreeing to terminate their child. The weight of that decision crushed him, and in anguish, he slammed his forehead against the wall. A sharp, searing pain surged through his head, intensifying with each second. Every nerve and pore throbbed, as if his skin and bones were being torn apart. His heart ached as if sliced by thousands of blades. It was a helplessness he had never known before.

Meanwhile, Greyson arrived at the police station. Madilyn and Rachel were being held separately for questioning. A police officer was assigned to take Greyson's statement. He recounted the relationships within the Harman family, including Rachel's marriage into the family and Madilyn's arrival. The officer carefully recorded every detail. "Mr. Harman, you mentioned there might be drug residue under Madilyn's fingernails. We have collected and analyzed samples. Results will be available shortly. We have temporarily recorded tonight's statements.

Please contact us if you have any additional information. Thank you for your cooperation." Updates loaded at g@lnoνes․com "Okay," Greyson nodded. "Please sign here." The officer handed him the record. Greyson signed his name at the bottom. As he finished, a heavy weight settled in his chest. This was the second time he found himself at the police station. If only he had believed Candice and seen through Madilyn's clumsy disguise the last time, he might have prevented everything from spiraling out of control. He rubbed his temples in frustration, holding his forehead.

Just then, another officer approached. "Mr. Harman, Rachel Harman and Madilyn Reilly are your relatives. They are suspected of using prohibited substances and intentionally harming someone. We are placing them in criminal detention according to the law. They have requested to see you. Would you like to post bail for them? Or perhaps accompany me to the interrogation room?" "Okay," Greyson said, standing up. . . .