Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 311

Isabella froze, her pale, bloodless lips trembling. “What do you mean?” she asked instinctively.

Liliana paused, a slight, pretty curve to her eyebrows as she smiled. “Isn’t it obvious? I’ll spell it out for you, then.”

“In my life, in my world, in the entirety of my existence, you are completely and utterly insignificant.”

Her expression turned flat, her voice measured as she spoke each word with deliberate clarity. “You are nothing more than a fleeting, trivial passerby in the long course of my life.”

“You thought I would hate you, that I’d hold a grudge forever, that I’d spend the rest of my days bitter and miserable because of you.”

“But I’m sorry to disappoint you. You were wrong. Don’t flatter yourself. Who do you think you are?”

Liliana’s smile never reached her eyes, and her tone was laced with ice. “The truth is, Isabella—”

“Before long, I’ll have completely forgotten you ever existed, and I’ll be starting my new life.”

“And you? You’ll be trapped in a prison cell forever, paying for your sins for the rest of your life.”

Isabella stared at her, stunned, unable to process the words for a long moment.

Liliana’s every syllable was like an invisible hand, slapping her across the face again and again.

The blows left her humiliated, her cheeks burning with a fiery sting that shot through her limbs like a thousand needles, twisting her heart with agonizing pain.

Her breathing grew ragged, and she began to gasp for air.

She clenched her jaw, her eyes wide and staring, the veins on her temples bulging. Her face, already gaunt and skeletal, contorted into a terrifying grimace, like a specter clawing its way up from the depths of hell.

Her entire body trembled, whether from rage or fear, it was impossible to tell.

After a long pause, Isabella finally managed to catch her breath. She glared at Liliana, her voice a shrill, hoarse shriek. “Liliana!”

These two contradictory traits, compounded by a tragic childhood, had twisted her personality from a young age, driving her to do things even she couldn't control.

Liliana lowered her gaze, watching her in silence for a moment before speaking softly.

“Isabella.”

“...You’re so pathetic.”

Isabella let out a defiant, cold laugh. “You’re the pathetic one,” she said, her eyes glinting with a dark, knowing light.

“Liliana.”

“You’re the one who killed Matthew!”