Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 286

Aiden observed the change in him, a flicker of something in his eyes.

He smiled and said smoothly, “Mr. Cooper, why insist on clinging to the past?”

“Shouldn’t a proper ex-boyfriend know when to disappear?”

Linton let out a soft, mocking laugh. “And what identity is the young master of the Grant family of Port Selmar using to warn me to stay away from Liliana?”

Aiden’s expression remained unchanged despite his identity being revealed.

He smiled, unfazed. “Whatever my identity, it seems to be a step up from yours.”

Linton shot him a cold look, his voice low and raspy. “You’ve all been keeping things from Liliana.”

“Compared to me, how much better are you really?”

Aiden’s smile tightened at the corners.

After a moment.

He suddenly laughed, his tone light and breezy. “At the very least, regardless of our motives or what we may have hidden from Liliana...”

“None of us have ever hurt her as deeply as you have, have we?”

The words hit their mark, sharp and precise.

Linton’s fingers clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white. He pressed his thin lips together, offering no rebuttal.

After a long pause.

He let out a derisive laugh. “Well then, good luck to you, Mr. Grant.”

With that, Linton looked straight ahead and, with a cool, aristocratic air, began to walk away.

In front of others, he would never appear pathetic or desperate.

In the eyes of the world, he was still the noble and untouchable heir of the Cooper family of Crownport.

Even without the Cooper family name, no one would dare to look down on him, let alone humiliate him.

His pride, his dignity, the innate nobility in his bones.

None of it would allow Linton to show his vulnerable, broken side to outsiders.

Especially not in front of a man like Aiden, who was clearly trying to win over Liliana.

Linton forced himself to ignore the searing pain from his broken leg, walking with a perfectly straight posture.

He clenched his jaw, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on his forehead, his sickly pale face growing even paler.

In his entire life.

He had only ever bowed his head, only ever shown his desperate, pleading side to Liliana.

The pain one person inflicts on another can never be justified by excuses.

After leaving the office building, Linton sat alone in his black car.

He held the lunch container in his arms, staring blankly into space.

Today, he had made Liliana’s favorite dishes, hoping to give them to her.

But the girl wouldn’t even look at them, coldly and cruelly telling him she didn’t need them.

Linton’s throat tightened.

He couldn’t stop himself from covering his face with his hands, his broad, lean shoulders trembling as he bit down hard on his lip.

In the silent car, a tear trickled from between his fingers, falling to the floor and shattering into a tiny pool of water.

Unseen by Linton.

Liliana stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of her office, looking through the transparent glass, her gaze fixed on the blurry silhouette of the car dozens of floors below.

After a moment.

She slowly pulled her gaze away, took out her phone, and calmly typed a short message, the recipient unknown—

[Tomorrow, 3 PM. Hospital check-up.]