Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 271

Victor's eyes flashed with fury.

He spat the cigarette butt from his lips out the car window, then slammed his foot on the accelerator, roaring after them.

With a deafening screech of rubber against asphalt, the black car whipped around and smashed directly into the side of the white van. The impact was a thunderous crash.

Up ahead, Liliana jumped in her seat. She instinctively glanced back and saw the traffic already snarling behind them, a collision blocking the road.

The wail of police sirens cut through the air.

Mr. Foster, curious, also peered behind them. “You know,” he mused, “you really have to be careful when you're driving. You never know when an accident will happen.”

Liliana didn't dwell on it.

With a slight frown, she placed a protective hand on her swelling belly and told the driver, “Let's slow down a bit. There's no rush.”

Yet, for some reason, she couldn't resist another glance back. In her peripheral vision, she caught a glimpse of a tall, slender figure limping away from the black car.

Before she could get a clear look, a river of cars flowed past, completely obscuring her view.

The car was left far behind, quickly shrinking to a blurry black dot.

Mrs. Hart supported Liliana by the arm as they strolled through the park. The park was bustling with mothers playing with their young children, while fathers watched nearby, smiling at the happy chaos.

Another pregnant woman, her belly even larger than Liliana's, was walking slowly with her mother-in-law. When she saw Liliana and Mrs. Hart approaching, she smiled and asked warmly, “How many months along are you?”

Perhaps pregnancy awakened a certain maternal kinship. The two women felt an instant connection, striking up a conversation.

Liliana paused and returned the polite smile. “Seven months, almost eight.”

“That's wonderful! I'm nine months, almost due,” the woman said, beaming, as her mother-in-law held her arm. “The baby's father is a nervous wreck. The closer it gets, the more he paces. He's so stressed out he's got a cold sore on his lip.”