Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 450

Liliana paused, the faint curve of her lips turning into a vaguely mocking smile. Her tone was flat.

"Linton's mother didn't come to the funeral, did she?"

Mrs. Hart had called Eleanor Cooper, who was living abroad, to inform her of Linton's death, hoping she would attend her son's funeral.

Whatever their relationship had been in life, death brought a finality that deserved a last shred of dignity.

Mrs. Cooper did not come.

She coldly refused the request, her reply over the phone utterly detached. "So he's dead. So what? He was just the son I had to have to marry into the Cooper family. He was difficult from the start. I'm better off without him."

"But I should thank him. If he hadn't been born, I wouldn't have gotten my ticket into the family. I wouldn't be abroad right now, living the high life as a rich woman, enjoying myself to the fullest."

Mrs. Cooper's tone was smug, laced with arrogance and contempt. She had been living quite lavishly overseas recently.

Mrs. Hart had been livid.

As a mother herself, she found it impossible to imagine how someone could be so cold-blooded.

She knew about the twisted dysfunction of Linton's family. His parents were both monsters, one worse than the other. It was a miracle he had grown up with a decent moral compass and had become so successful and accomplished at such a young age—all thanks to old Mr. Cooper keeping a watchful eye on him.

Sometimes, Mrs. Hart shuddered to think what would have become of Linton if he hadn't fallen in love with Liliana. In such a suffocating and toxic family environment, it was debatable whether he would have even survived.

Liliana's existence had given him something to hold onto, a goal to strive for. She was a ray of light that shone on his lonely, dark world.

He had once snuffed out that light himself.

And regardless of the reason, the price he paid, in the end, was his life.

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