Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 312

Liliana couldn’t help but let out a soft, derisive laugh.

What utter nonsense.

She wouldn’t believe a single word Isabella said when she was having one of her fits.

Actually, that wasn’t quite right.

She couldn’t believe a word Isabella said even when she was lucid.

Liliana had no interest in continuing the conversation. She felt a pang of disappointment.

She had only agreed to come because she was curious.

Matthew had been so good to Isabella. If she had even a shred of conscience left, Liliana wondered if she ever felt a flicker of guilt in the dead of night.

But clearly, she didn't.

She was the same as she’d always been, completely unchanged.

In that case, there was nothing more to say. Continuing this would be a waste of time.

Liliana slowly averted her gaze, no longer looking at or acknowledging Isabella. She placed a hand on the small of her back and prepared to stand up and leave.

Seeing that she was being ignored, Isabella started to panic.

She forced a grimace onto her chapped, pale lips and clenched her jaw, suppressing the bitterness and envy that churned inside her. “Liliana...” she said softly.

“You know, I’ve always been jealous of you.”

“Not because you had a loving family, or because you had Linton’s love.”

“What I envied... was that you had Matthew’s love.”

“...”

Liliana stopped dead in her tracks.

She turned back in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at the gaunt, shrunken woman behind the glass. Isabella’s eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of profound resentment and jealousy. Liliana’s lips twitched. “Are you insane? What are you talking about now?”

But Isabella was completely lost in her own world of pain and despair.

A sharp ringing started in her ears, a piercing, continuous hum that made it hard to hear what Liliana was saying.

Isabella’s expression went vacant for a moment. It was unclear what memory had surfaced, but her gaze grew distant and hollow, and a strange, mocking smile touched her lips.

“Believe it or not.”

It wasn't just a crush.

She loved him.

She loved him so much.

A strange, chilling smile slowly spread across Isabella’s face as a memory surfaced. She was still crying, yet she was smiling—a crazed, manic grin paired with heartbroken sobs.

She loved him that much, but what about him?

He didn't love her.

He didn’t love her!

The person he had loved, deep down, was always another woman!

...

Then he could just die.

He should just die, right?

Isabella’s face darkened, her lips pulling back into a twisted, knowing smirk. Her gaunt, withered features contorted into a demonic mask, like a specter that had clawed its way up from the deepest pit of hell.