Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 107

Mrs. Cooper stared at Linton, her eyes blazing, demanding he make a choice.

Linton’s expression remained impassive. "Mother, stop picking fights with Liliana," he said, his voice cold.

His words only fueled Mrs. Cooper's rage. "What kind of spell has that little witch cast on you? You're turning your back on your own family!"

Mrs. Cooper jabbed a pudgy finger in Liliana's direction, her eyes filled with a deep-seated loathing.

Liliana let out a humorless laugh. "Grandpa Cooper, I'm sorry, but it seems my mother and I are not welcome here."

"We've paid our respects, so we'll be leaving now."

She walked over to old Mr. Cooper, her expression calm. She took a small, exquisite red box from her purse and opened it to reveal a beautifully crafted jade nestled inside.

"Sir," Liliana said with a small smile, "this is for you. I hope you'll always be healthy and safe."

Old Mr. Cooper stroked his white beard and chuckled. "Thank you, Liliana. What a thoughtful gift."

Mrs. Cooper, standing nearby, caught a glimpse of the medallion in the box. She sniffed dismissively, but her tone was laced with a hint of begrudging admiration. "Well, the girl has some taste, I'll give her that. She may be rude, but that's a nice-looking piece."

Liliana looked at her, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I didn't buy it. I made it myself."

"You made it?!" Mrs. Cooper shrieked, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She looked Liliana up and down, then let out a scornful laugh. "Ha! Don't be ridiculous. You think you could design something of this quality? Stop trying to take credit for other people's work!"

"Believe what you want. I have no obligation to explain myself to you."

"Indeed," old Mr. Cooper chimed in, running a thumb over the smooth, lustrous surface of the medallion in his palm. "This is a gift from Liliana to me, and I like it very much."

He continued, his voice full of warmth, "Liliana made this herself, and I think it's just as good as anything you could buy in a store. It's a beautiful piece."

"Father!" Mrs. Cooper grumbled, dissatisfied. "You're just biased. You'd love anything Liliana gave you."

"Enough," old Mr. Cooper's face hardened. He struck the floor with his cane, the sound echoing through the room. "You are an elder, yet you constantly pick on a young girl. Have you no sense of decorum?!"

Mrs. Cooper pouted, muttering under her breath, "You're just playing favorites!"

She grabbed Isabella and pulled her forward, her voice filled with smug pride. "Father, you should see the work Isabella designs. Now that is what you call true beauty!"