Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 240

"Liliana, I heard Linton stood outside all night and was rushed away in an ambulance this morning with a high fever..."

Liliana was sitting on the sofa, focused on a design draft on her laptop. Without looking up, she said, "He did it to himself. Ignore him." It would be for the best if he just disappeared. Then he wouldn't be able to bother her anymore, clinging to her like a shadow.

Mrs. Hart stopped in her tracks, opening her mouth as if to say more, but then she just let out a long sigh. These two kids. What a mess.

Liliana didn't give the incident another thought. The hospital nurse tried calling two more times, hoping she would come to the hospital to identify him. In the end, Liliana simply blocked the number.

That evening, after a warm bath, she changed into her fluffy pajamas and got ready for bed. She had just laid her head on the pillow and was drifting off to sleep when a strange, rustling sound came from outside the window.

In her sleep, Liliana frowned at the noise and turned over uncomfortably. The sound continued, growing closer.

Her frown deepened, and her eyes snapped open. Instantly alert, she carefully got out of bed and crept to the window, pulling back the curtain to peer outside.

And then she saw it.

The next second, a head of fluffy hair appeared, bobbing up and down as it struggled to climb upwards.

Seriously, this was terrifying. The situation had escalated from drama to a potential crime scene. This was getting criminal.

Linton managed a weak, miserable smile. Through the window, his eyes locked onto her. His voice, usually as cool as snow, was faint as he explained, "Liliana, there are things I've always wanted to tell you. We've been together for so many years, inseparable since we were kids. We've been through so much. I don't think this is how our story should end. Even if it has to end, it shouldn't be like this, with so much left unsaid."

She glanced down at him. His normally pale face was an unhealthy shade of red. His hands were a bloody mess from the glass shards, and the pain had drained all the color from his lips. Even so, he held on with all his might, his dark eyes fixed on her, filled with a pitiful, begging look.

A complex emotion stirring within her. She couldn't help but think that Linton's resilience was astounding. He was like an unkillable cockroach. That saying about the wicked living long must be true. How could he still have the strength to climb her window after all that? Was he even human?