Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 356

Back in the car, Linton shivered uncontrollably.

Still clutching the rabbit, he frowned and cranked up the heater, then stared blankly into space.

The heat was on full blast, but he still felt intensely cold. His teeth chattered, and his hands and feet were stiff and icy, as if he'd been thrown out into a blizzard, on the verge of becoming hypothermic.

Linton lowered his lashes, a self-mocking smile slowly forming on his lips as the realization hit him.

The chill wasn't from the winter weather outside. It was a cold that seeped from his very bones, so profound it felt like it was freezing his heart, stopping its beat, as if he were already dead.

He gasped for breath, his face pale, and let out a few sharp coughs, struggling to get air.

His face was still dazed. Then, slowly, his eyes began to redden again, a moist sheen filling their depths.

Lies.

So much for the theory that Liliana eating his food was a sign of forgiveness.

As it turned out, fairy tales were all lies.

Linton couldn't help but smile, a bitter, pained, self-deprecating curve of his lips.

He slumped forward, resting his forehead on the steering wheel, his broad shoulders trembling slightly. A soft sob escaped his throat. The man, well over six feet tall, broke down and cried in his car.

He knew it...

He knew it!

Liliana would never forgive him. Not ever.

All that talk about her heart softening, about forgiveness—it was all bullshit!

She must truly hate him, right?

She probably wished he would just drop dead and disappear from her life forever, never to bother her again.

Linton’s shoulders shook. He covered his face with his hands, and cold tears streamed through his fingers. In his blank mind, a cruel fact resurfaced.

Because of hate.

Liliana's belly grew bigger by the day. Eventually, it became so uncomfortable that she rarely even got out of bed.

Mrs. Hart, worried that Liliana might accidentally roll onto the baby in her sleep, moved in to help her turn over at night.

That evening.

Mrs. Hart gently patted Liliana's shoulder to soothe her to sleep, just as she had done countless times when Liliana was a child.

She hummed a quiet, peaceful lullaby, the same one she used to sing to Liliana, which Liliana now often used to soothe her own baby.

Thankfully, the baby was calm, not like other infants who constantly fidgeted in the womb.

Liliana’s baby seemed to have a quiet temperament, rarely kicking her and never causing trouble at night, as if it had learned to be considerate of its mother even from the womb.

...It was hard to say who the baby took after.