Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 381

Liliana froze, the words hanging in the air.

Her delicate features twisted into a complex expression.

She looked at the handsome young man lounging on the sofa, a weary indifference on his face, and her heart ached with pity.

Her soft lips trembled. After a long silence, she finally found her voice. "Liam, you..."

Liam’s gaze was downcast, one arm draped casually over the back of the sofa. A faint, unreadable smile played on his lips. His tone was flippant, a deliberate attempt at nonchalance. "Dear Liliana, you don't need to pity me. I told you before."

"What's past is past. It's not worth worrying about."

How could she not worry?

Her heart went out to him. She pressed her lips together, her mind racing to find words of comfort.

As if reading her mind, Liam chuckled, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to console her in turn. "Really, Liliana, you don't have to worry about me. It's all in the past."

Liliana was speechless.

What was she supposed to do?

The more he insisted it was nothing, the more it gnawed at her.

Something like that... it was impossible to just get over it.

She lowered her gaze, her brow furrowed. After a moment's thought, she started to speak. "Then, you..."

It was as if he could read her thoughts. The moment she opened her mouth, he knew what she was going to ask.

If he had, he wouldn't have been huddled pitifully by a dumpster, hungry and in rags, the first time she and Matthew had visited him overseas as children.

Liam’s long lashes swept down, a sardonic curve to his lips as he let out a short, sharp laugh. "You misunderstand Mrs. Grayson. She just had me sent abroad and washed her hands of me. She never ordered the servants to abuse me."

In fact, Mrs. Grayson had provided a generous allowance, enough for a comfortable, middle-class life abroad.

He was just an unwanted, loathsome illegitimate son. That Mrs. Grayson could stomach doing even that much was a testament to her benevolence.

Liliana stared, uncomprehending. "Then you..."

Liam was quiet for a moment before letting out a low chuckle. He narrowed his eyes, his typically lazy, carefree voice suddenly laced with a venomous, bone-deep hatred.

His face darkened, his expression turning cold and emotionless as he spoke.