Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 183

Liliana’s eyes snapped open. She stared at him, bewildered.

“If you’re going to have a breakdown, do it outside. Don’t put on a show for me, okay?”

She felt no pity for him.

Linton’s eyes were red, a self-mocking smile on his lips. He knew he deserved this. Before, his girl would never have let him hurt himself.

But it didn't matter.

The slap wasn’t for her benefit.

He just hated himself.

He hated his weakness, his failure to protect the woman he loved.

He hated his stupidity, his blindness to the hurt he had caused her for so long.

Linton used to think that their problems were all because of his mother and Isabella.

Now, he finally saw the truth.

They were the fuse, but he was the one who had planted the bomb. His carelessness, his neglect, his arrogant indifference—those were the things that had finally broken her.

He had once believed that if he could just solve the issues with his mother and adopted sister, Liliana would come back to him.

Now he saw how foolish, how absurdly wrong he had been. An agony that felt bone-deep flooded his eyes.

It wasn't his mother and Isabella that Liliana hated.

He never found it bothersome; in fact, he’d enjoyed it.

But this time, as the needle pierced her skin, she hadn’t cried or complained. Her expression was terrifyingly calm, terrifyingly cold.

Kneeling on the floor, Linton felt a daze wash over him, his pale lips trembling. An inexplicable panic seized him.

It was pure instinct, overriding any rational thought. A horrifying realization, one that chilled him to the bone, struck him with full force.

Liliana truly didn't need him anymore. In the time he hadn’t been watching, his girl had suffered so much that she had learned to be strong on her own. She no longer needed him.

Linton bit his lip so hard it threatened to bleed. He clenched his jaw, the realization tearing him apart. “Liliana...”

His eyes were red as he looked at her, his lips parting and closing. In the end, despite his reluctance, he bit down his pride and said in a raw voice, “I promise you. I’ll send you back. I’ll take you to the Hart family. But you have to promise me something, too. Don’t be reckless with your health. Finish this IV, and once your condition is stable, we’ll go. Okay? I’m begging you.”