All Chapters of HIS REGRET AFTER HER LAST 100 WISHES: Chapter 171 - Chapter 175

“At least the regular checkups and temporary treatment you’ve been receiving have had a positive effect on your condition,” Vallen said from across the table. He smiled warmly at me. “Someone once told me that a happy heart can make the body healthier. I think that’s true.”His words brought an unconscious smile to my face. I felt the same way. Now that there were no more problems disrupting my marriage, I could finally focus on the intensive treatment that had begun once I reached the third month of my pregnancy.Sometimes, I still wondered how my body had managed to hold on this long. But after hearing what Vallen had just said, I found myself agreeing with him.“If your test results continue to show improvement, we can consider postponing chemotherapy until after you give birth,” Vallen said. “But everything depends on your condition and how your illness progresses.”“I’ll do my best to stay healthy.”He patted the back of my hand. “Good. But don’t let your determination to survive

Fear crept in slowly, eroding the warmth that had just filled my chest. Vallen had once told me not to dwell on negative thoughts during treatment because a peaceful mind could help make my body stronger.But for some reason, I had never been able to forget the harsh reality I was facing.My arms tightened around Dylan, as if letting him go would make him and all the happiness I was experiencing disappear.Dylan could always sense a change in my emotions almost immediately. His hand, which had been gently stroking my back, paused for a moment. He loosened his embrace and lifted my chin.“What's wrong, Anna?” he asked, his eyes filling with concern. “Are you okay, sweetheart? Is something wrong with your body? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”I quickly forced a faint smile and shook my head, hoping to dispel his suspicions.“I'm fine, Dylan. There's nothing wrong with me. There's just something on my mind,” I said, looking into his restless eyes as he studied me intently.“What is it?”

A chill spread rapidly from the palms of my hands. Before I even realized it, I was clutching my stomach. The image of the dead rat, its body left to rot, lingered in my mind.Nausea rose in the back of my throat, not because of my pregnancy hormones, but because disgust and terror had struck me at the same time. The thought that someone had managed to slip that box into Dylan's shopping bag without him noticing was enough to send a chill down my spine.Dylan rose from his chair. I followed him and grabbed his arm, which had grown tense. The veins stood out against his slightly tanned skin.“Get rid of that thing immediately, along with everything we bought earlier. I don't want it contaminating the house,” Dylan ordered firmly.The gentle expression of the cocky man who had brought me Olaf-shaped cotton candy just minutes ago was gone. The man standing before me now was the head of the Danforth family, ready to tear apart anyone who dared disturb his peace.“Yes, sir.”The driver hur