Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 293

Liliana had planned to stop by the office after leaving the hospital. The designs for the baby's nursery weren't quite finished yet.

While the main renovations had already begun, there were still a few smaller items that needed to be designed with extra safety in mind to avoid any potential hazards.

Gabriel, however, disagreed with her plan. As he drove, he told her in a serious tone, "For the next two months, you should stay home and focus on the pregnancy. Don't go to the office. It's not worth the risk, and you can work on the designs from home. There's no need to be running around every day."

Liliana just smiled, not giving it much thought. "Gabriel, don't worry so much," she said. "I'll just get restless sitting at home anyway. Besides, the doctor said pregnant women should get some light exercise."

She softened her voice, trying to ease his concern. "Phoenix just won a major award, and there's a lot at the company that needs my attention. The designs for the baby are almost done. I promise, once I wrap this last bit of work up, I'll..."

Suddenly, a horrifying screech tore through the air as tires scraped violently against the pavement. A van had shot out of the intersection without warning, swerving directly into the path of Gabriel's car.

Gabriel's pupils constricted. His face hardened as he wrenched the steering wheel, executing a sharp drift that brought the car to a screeching halt on the side of the road, leaving a dark scar on the asphalt.

The van that had appeared out of nowhere crashed into a large tree by the curb. Liliana's head slammed against the seat in front of her, and her face went ghostly pale with fright.

Trembling, she instinctively placed a hand over her rounded belly, her voice tight with panic. "Gabriel! Are... are you okay?"

Gabriel grunted as his arm hit the car door. He frowned, a flicker of raw fury in his eyes. "I'm fine," he bit out.

He looked up, his gaze locking onto the van with a chilling intensity. "Liliana, get out of the car with me. Find a safe place to hide while I go check things out."

Once he saw she was safely situated, Gabriel pulled out his phone, his expression grim, and called for another driver from the house to come pick them up. Then, he turned and strode towards the crashed van with a purposeful, menacing gait.

The police had already arrived, alerted by witnesses. They were pulling the driver from the van, their faces stern. "How much have you had to drink?" one of the officers demanded. "We could smell the booze from a mile away! Alright, smart guy, blow into this. We're checking your alcohol level!"

The officer held up a breathalyzer, his expression uncompromising. Gabriel walked over, his face a dark mask of anger. "What's going on here?" he asked in a low, cold voice. "I'm the owner of the car you almost hit."

The officer turned to him and explained the situation. "Sir, the driver of this van is suspected of driving under the influence. He ran the intersection and nearly collided with your vehicle. Rest assured, we will handle this according to the law. He'll have to answer to you, whether that means compensation or jail time."

A humorless smirk twisted Gabriel's lips. His eyes narrowed, filled with a barely suppressed rage. "Compensation?"