The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1792: Now You Regret It, But It’s Too Late

At half past ten in the evening, Hendrik Zachmann completed the necessary procedures.

Celine Tucker finally saw Caryn Zachmann.

Caryn Zachmann’s hair was disheveled and messy, her eyes red, and as soon as she saw the two, tears streamed down her face in a rush of emotion.

"Brother, Mom."

She started to cry.

Hendrik Zachmann couldn’t help but feel sorrowful, turning his face away, not daring to look at her.

Celine Tucker’s tears fell instantly, and through the Glass Door, she was desperate to rescue her immediately: "Don’t be afraid, Mom is figuring it out, don’t be afraid, Mom will definitely find a way to get you out."

If at the beginning Caryn Zachmann firmly believed that this matter wasn’t serious and that the Zachmann Family and Celine Tucker would have a way to pull her out.

After enduring several days of beatings, she realized the matter was not as simple as she had imagined, and her trouble had escalated.

At this moment, she couldn’t bother crying, wiping away her tears in disarray, and excitedly tried to stand up, only to be pushed down by a jailer. Reluctantly, she stared at Celine Tucker’s face, anxiously asking, "Mom, did you find Nathalie Quinlan? What did she say? When will she go see the Heburn Family?"

"She..." Celine Tucker didn’t know how to begin, her eyes avoiding, not daring to look at her, after a long pause, she said: "Caryn, don’t worry, Mom will figure something out."

Caryn Zachmann’s heart sank to the bottom, a boundless despair surged again in her heart, she had already guessed: "Nathalie Quinlan doesn’t want to?"

Celine Tucker didn’t dare to provoke her further: "Isn’t she just that kind of person? Don’t keep her in mind, as I told you, Mom will find a way..."

Nothing that Celine Tucker said registered with Caryn Zachmann. All she knew was Nathalie Quinlan refused to come forward to apologize to Riandy Heburn.

She couldn’t help clenching her teeth, her eyes showing intense hatred and displeasure, and her voice unconsciously raised: "That medicine was made by her, the prescription was hers! Her stuff killed someone, what right does she have not to apologize? I’ve been ruined by her, and she’s still not satisfied? What does she want? Does she want my life?"

"Caryn..." Celine Tucker felt both heartache and distress, her tears falling again.

However, when Hendrik Zachmann heard Caryn Zachmann’s barrage of accusations, he frowned slightly, his handsome face growing more stern, his eyes fixating on her with some disappointment: "So until now, you still don’t know where you went wrong?"

"Hendrik Zachmann!" Celine Tucker pulled him sharply, angrily calling his name: "Your sister is already like this, and you still blame her, do you want to drive her to death?"

In the past, no matter what, Hendrik Zachmann would have given his mother some face, even if he was very angry he would have kept it in.

But this time, he was genuinely angry, shaking off Celine Tucker’s hand, and walking to the Glass Door, looking at the haggard, bedraggled girl through the Glass Door.

"Caryn Zachmann, have you never considered your own issues?"

Under his sharp gaze, Caryn Zachmann felt somewhat guilty, turning her eyes away, refusing to look at him, but her words remained stubborn: "What issue do I have? I was wrong, was she right? I’ve already been ruined by her, isn’t that enough?"

"Did Nathalie Quinlan tell you to steal her prescription? Did Nathalie Quinlan instruct you to incite public opinion on Twitter? Did Nathalie Quinlan tell you to sell fake drugs? Or did Nathalie Quinlan send you to the police?"

Hendrik Zachmann articulated each word clearly, and every word seemed like a slap in the face to the girl.

These days, because of Caryn Zachmann’s affair, the Zachmann Family was in chaos, entirely in disarray.

Both his father and grandfather had been admitted to the hospital.

It was already bad enough Caryn Zachmann didn’t know her faults, yet she insisted on dragging others down, it was simply absurd!