Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 333

Liliana stared at it.

A small, unexpected snort of laughter escaped her.

How old was he? Still acting like a teenager, making heart-shaped breakfasts and drawing smiley faces on eggs to coax someone into a better mood. It was embarrassing, and more than a little childish.

Utterly ridiculous.

She lowered her head and, after a few seconds of silence, reached out, picked up the bowl of warm porridge, and slowly brought it to her lips.

...

After leaving the bedroom, Linton paused for a moment before walking out to the garden behind the Hart's villa, his expression grim.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and made a call. His voice was cool and detached, carrying the quiet authority and intimidating presence of a man accustomed to being in command.

He stared at the snow-covered flowerbeds and said coldly, "What's the status?" Lucas's voice came through the line, serious and professional. "Mr. Cooper, rest assured, I've got it all handled. We've identified and are monitoring all of the Nightfall brothers' known safe houses in Crownport. My men are watching them around the clock. They can't make a move without us knowing instantly."

Lucas paused, then asked hesitantly, "Mr. Cooper... when are you planning to close the net?"

Linton ended the call. He frowned, and as if prompted by a sudden thought, ran a hand through the hair falling over his forehead, a gesture that gave him a wild, untamed edge.

A flicker of irritation crossed his face, and he instinctively reached for his pocket, searching for a cigarette to light. His hand stopped halfway. He remembered that he'd quit for Liliana and the baby. He hadn't smoked in a long time; he wasn't even carrying a pack anymore.

Linton expressionlessly dropped his hand, a bitter twist to his lips. The darkness in his eyes deepened, hardening into a sharp, lethal glint. Anyone who dared to harm Liliana... he would never let them go. That was his one principle, his only inviolable line.

After standing there for a long moment, lost in thought, he finally lowered his gaze, turned, and got into his car. He was heading to another destination—Crownport's largest detention center. A certain woman he hadn't seen in a long time was being held there.