Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 449

Liliana didn't know how she managed to get home with the baby in her arms.

She felt like she was dreaming.

Reality was intangible; she felt light on her feet, as if she were walking on clouds.

Liliana had the persistent illusion that she would wake up any second and see Linton's infuriating face again.

She lay quietly on a giant, six-foot-tall teddy bear on her bed, her eyes vacant as she stared into space.

Amelia, exhausted from crying at the funeral, was sleeping peacefully in her arms. The baby's tiny face was scrunched up, her little fists clenched, her sleep fitful.

Liliana drifted through the next three days in a haze.

She had no memory of that time, feeling as if she were surviving on instinct alone—eating, sleeping…

Even caring for the baby was an act of muscle memory. Her mind was a complete blank, incapable of thought.

Mrs. Hart watched her, her eyes red, her heart twisting with worry.

She discussed it with old Mr. Cooper. "Maybe we should find a psychiatrist for Liliana?"

"She has a history of depression. I'm so afraid the news of Linton's death will be too much for her, that she'll just break."

As she spoke, Mrs. Hart couldn't hold back a sob, secretly wiping away tears with the back of her hand.

Old Mr. Cooper looked incredibly old and frail, his wrinkled face pale with sickness. He spoke weakly, mustering his strength to comfort her.

"Let's wait and see. Let Liliana have some time to herself."

"If we bring in a doctor now, she might not like it. We don't want to stress her out and cause her to shut down completely."

Mrs. Hart's heart still ached with worry, but she could only nod and let out a heavy sigh, her voice thick with emotion.

"I just hope Liliana can get through this. She has such a long life ahead of her."

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