Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 228

They weren’t toys. They were real, studded with diamonds.

One was large, one was small. The small one was for the baby, and the large one was clearly for her.

Mrs. Hart picked up the larger crown, her expression complex as she surveyed the living room, now piled high with baby supplies. She was at a loss for words.

“Your brother...” she finally said with a sigh of exasperation. “When did he become so extravagant? He was never like this before, never one to buy things recklessly.”

The more Mrs. Hart thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

She playfully placed the crown on Liliana’s head, admiring the effect. “Look at you, you’re all grown up, and he’s still buying you things like this. He still treats you like a child.”

She wasn’t complaining.

In fact, she found it rather charming.

So what if they treated Liliana like a child? Their family loved to spoil her. If they didn’t, who would? Strangers certainly had no obligation.

It was only family who would still see her as their little girl.

And here was her own brother, buying her a crown just to make her happy.

He hadn’t let the pregnancy make him forget about her, focusing only on the baby and ignoring the mother-to-be. Who else but her brother would be so thoughtful and notice these little details?

Liliana thought so too.

She took the crown off her head with a resigned sigh. “I’m about to be a mother myself. Doesn’t it look strange for me to be wearing a crown like a little girl?”

She then placed the crown on Mrs. Hart’s head, smiling in satisfaction. “My brother has really been going overboard since I got pregnant. I told him he didn’t need to buy so much, but he just keeps sending things.”

Gabriel’s current gift-giving style was starting to resemble Linton’s.

He didn't care whether she needed or even liked something.

Whenever Liliana went shopping with Linton, if she so much as glanced at something for a second too long, he would have it bought and sent to their home.

And she... she had done too much, lost in her own one-sided devotion, giving everything without realizing it wasn't being reciprocated.

Liliana began to put away the baby supplies.

Mrs. Hart refused to let her touch any of the larger items, afraid she might bump into something and harm the baby.

She sent Liliana upstairs to rest in her bedroom while she continued to tidy the living room.

She placed her well-manicured hand on the stroller, giving it a gentle push, intending to move it out of the way.

Suddenly, a pale pink notecard fluttered down from the stroller, landing silently on the floor, carrying with it the faint scent of daisies.

Mrs. Hart paused, bent down to pick it up, and turned it over.

On the card, written in elegant, powerful script, were two simple words, etched with such force they seemed to come from the very depths of the soul—a profound act of penance:

*I’m sorry.*