Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 385

Liliana couldn't quite process it.

Her mind was foggy, her beautiful, expressive eyes vacant and stunned.

Liam watched her quietly, a pang of sympathy crossing his features. He let out a soft sigh.

He didn't dare disturb her. In moments like this, she needed time and space to absorb the shock.

Minutes ticked by.

The steady “tick-tock” of the grandfather clock in the living room sounded deafening in the silence.

After what felt like an eternity, perhaps five or six minutes, Liliana blinked slowly. Her mind, rusted and sluggish, began to turn again, creaking as it tried to make sense of Liam’s words.

Clarity gradually returned to her clear, bright eyes. She drew a sharp, sudden breath, the color draining from her already pale face. Her hand trembled as she reached out and gripped Liam's arm. Her voice was a hoarse whisper. "Matthew..."

"Mr. Grayson... where are his things?"

Her expression was unnervingly calm, a placid mask that betrayed no emotion.

Liam’s heart clenched. He looked at her with pity, his lips pressed into a thin line. "They're at the Grayson estate."

"If you want to see them, I can bring them here."

Liliana’s voice trembled slightly. "No."

"Take me there... I'll go to the Grayson estate to see them."

Liam’s gaze fell to her swollen belly. His brow furrowed as he tried to reason with her.

"Dear."

"You're nine months pregnant. It might not be a good idea..."

Liliana cut him off softly, her eyes glinting with resolve. Her voice was flat and steady. "Take me there."

"I need to go to the Grayson estate... and see for myself."

Time did heal wounds.

But how much time? No one could say.

Some wounds took a lifetime to heal, to fade, to be released.

Liliana silently followed Liam out of the car and into the living room of the Grayson villa. She looked up at the Matthew's photograph. The last time she'd been here, it had been bare except for a few offerings. It had felt empty.

Now, there was an addition: an exquisite red velvet cushion. Resting on it was a silver necklace, stained with blood.

The cold winter sun streamed through the window, catching the necklace and reflecting a blinding glint of light.

Liliana instinctively squinted. As her eyes adjusted and she saw the necklace clearly, her dark, bright pupils contracted sharply.

That necklace?!

Her breathing hitched, her face instantly turning ashen. She rushed forward, her body trembling as she stared at the silver necklace on its velvet bed.