Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 131

In the end, Liliana took Liam’s hand and walked away without a backward glance.

She left Linton standing there alone. A shadow crossed his face. Logan was still wailing.

Isabella tried to comfort him, murmuring self-reproaches between her gentle reassurances. “Brother, it’s all my fault. Liliana must have misunderstood. I really need to help you explain things to her.”

Her voice was soft but firm, as if she was genuinely determined to help them reconcile. “Don’t try to stop me this time. I can’t stand to see you and Liliana fighting. You two were always so good together. Matthew and I used to be so envious.”

Linton kept his eyes downcast, saying nothing.

After a long moment, he slowly raised his gaze, his expression was ambiguous, neither here nor there.

“You should take Logan home now.”

“Brother...” Isabella bit her lip and took a hesitant step forward. Logan was still crying at the top of his lungs, his sobs growing more pitiful and shrill. Linton’s gaze shifted to the distraught child in her arms, his own lips pressing into a thin line.

“Go. Go home and comfort your son.” He paused, his voice cool and distant. “If you truly care about Logan, a mother should be focused on her child, not meddling in things that don’t concern you.”

Isabella stiffened, shock flashing across her face. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, and fearing Linton suspected something, she forced a weak smile. “You’re right, Brother. I’ll take Logan home now. If you need anything, just give me a call.”

Linton, looking agitated, pulled a cigarette from his suit pocket and lit it. He didn’t speak, merely nodding for her to leave.

Isabella clutched the wailing Logan, casting several reluctant glances back as she walked away.

The bustling restaurant lobby fell quiet once more. After paying the bill, Linton stepped outside, his tall, elegant figure standing alone by the entrance.

Linton’s eyes glinted, the cigarette glowing red in the darkness. He suddenly remembered that he was the one who had taught Liliana how to walk.

It wasn't just walking.

He had practically overseen her entire education, from childhood to adolescence. Walking, eating, speaking, reading, writing, playing the piano, painting... She’d been a bit slow at first, more interested in playing than studying.

Linton would sit her down at her desk and patiently teach her math, problem after problem. He’d finally coached the little girl into becoming the top student in her grade.

In third grade, she got perfect scores in every subject. She had come home with her little backpack, practically bouncing with joy. With her hair in two pigtails, she had proudly shown him her test papers, then wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a big, slobbery kiss on his cheek.

A faint smile touched Linton’s lips at the memory.