Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 300

"I did," Gabriel confirmed. "Liliana's current OB-GYN mentioned she has an acquaintance abroad, a specialist at Vercrest Medical Center. Apparently, he has a professional interest in complex cases and was intrigued when he heard about Liliana's situation. He's promised that if we need him, he's willing to bring his expert team here to manage her delivery."

Mrs. Hart's eyes widened in surprise, then filled with joy. "Isn't that wonderful news?" She clasped her hands to her chest, her eyes welling up with tears. "Oh, thank God. Thank God," she choked out. "My Liliana is going to be okay. Gabriel, we are so lucky!"

It felt like a prayer answered at the eleventh hour.

Mrs. Hart didn't question it. She simply believed that the Hart family's ancestors must be watching over them, ensuring her Liliana would have a safe delivery.

The words were spoken without thought, but they struck a chord with Gabriel. A thoughtful, almost cynical look on his face.

"Lucky?" He gave a short, humorless laugh. Gabriel was a businessman. He didn't believe in luck. He believed that behind every seemingly fortunate coincidence, there was a logical, driving force.

His mother's simple exclamation had just confirmed his suspicions. Someone was pulling strings from the shadows.

The answer was almost too obvious.

Gabriel lowered his gaze, his voice calm. "Mom, I have to go out for a bit. For now, don't tell Liliana the whole truth. Just let her know we've contacted a team of specialists, so she can relax."

Mrs. Hart hesitated. "But..."

"Mom," Gabriel interrupted. His eyes were deep, filled with a complex mix of emotions she couldn't decipher. "Liliana has been through enough. For this, at least, let her be happy. Let's not torment her with more worry. I will discuss all the risks with the specialists to ensure there are absolutely no mistakes. If it comes to the worst, if Liliana has complications during labor..."

She looked down at the drawing of the tiny, curled-up infant, its eyes closed, and felt a wave of dazed wonder. The baby was beautiful, likely having inherited the best genes from both her and Linton. Even with its eyes closed and features not fully developed, it was easy to see the delicate beauty in its tiny face.

Liliana felt a little lightheaded. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached out, instinctively tracing the baby's eyes, nose, and mouth on the paper. The baby's eyes were the most beautiful part, the shape of the closed lids just like her own. The nose was a bit like its father's. But the mouth was small, like hers. The features combined to create a face that looked like Liliana, yet also held a striking resemblance to Linton.

A perfect fusion of their best qualities.

Liliana's eyelashes fluttered. She carefully placed the sketch in her portfolio, then turned her head to gaze out the window.

This winter had been unusually mild, filled with warm, sunny days. The gentle sunlight streamed through the window, casting a long shadow of her figure on the polished white floorboards—a single, solitary silhouette.