The Weight of Regret

As Desmond thought about the child, sorrow swept across his face.

Helena teased him with a cold gaze, "Who are you pretending to feel such pain for?"

Desmond breathed deeply, confessing, "Mom, that child is also mine."

"Haha! Finally, you realize!" Helena retorted.

Desmond continued, "I... I was late. Perhaps... If I had arrived earlier, the child could have been saved."

Helena responded with cold