Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 101

Logan was making a scene, on the verge of tears from frustration.

Liliana glanced over, her expression weary. She knew exactly what was going on.

Linton hadn't sought her out recently, which could only mean he was busy helping Isabella fight the Grayson family for custody.

In Crownport, Linton’s influence was practically absolute.

The fact that Logan was now safely back with Isabella was all the proof anyone needed.

Linton's brow furrowed slightly. He was generally patient with children, especially the son of his late best friend.

His voice softened, the cool tone of his voice carrying a hint of gentleness. "Logan, go to your mother."

Logan pouted, wrapping his arms stubbornly around Linton's strong waist. His young face flushed red as he refused to let go.

He shot a venomous glare at Liliana over his shoulder, a look of pure animosity, as if she were his mortal enemy.

Liliana couldn't even be bothered to react.

It was obvious Isabella had coached him, and she wasn't about to get into a fight with a little kid.

Isabella approached with a look of embarrassment, gently prying Logan away and lifting him into her arms. Her voice was a soft murmur. "It's my fault. I've been so busy lately, I've neglected him."

"Mr. Foster, I am so sorry," she said, turning to the host. "I need to take Logan home. He's getting overwhelmed. I hope he hasn't ruined your birthday celebration."

Mr. Foster, of course, wasn't one to hold a grudge against a child.

Leaning on his cane, he nodded. "Go on home, then."

Isabella, struggling slightly with the weight of the boy, looked at Linton with a troubled expression. "Brother, would you mind driving us home?"

Linton’s lips parted. He instinctively glanced at Liliana, only to find that she hadn't spared him a single look the entire time.

The expression on her exquisitely beautiful face was glacial.

A heavy feeling had already been pressing on Linton's chest, but now it felt like a boulder, suffocating him.

"Lucas, take them home," he commanded.

He suddenly turned cold, bypassing Isabella and walking straight toward Liliana.

His eyelid twitched violently. He fought back the urge to snap, reining in an anger that was threatening to explode.

He had a strange, gut feeling that if he backed down now, if he chose to take Isabella home…

Then his Liliana would truly be gone for good.

Linton’s tone became even colder, harder. "Lucas!"

Startled, Lucas hurried over and made a difficult gesture of invitation toward Isabella. "Miss Rowe, if you would please head home with your son. We can sort everything else out later."

Isabella was seething with frustration.

She bit her lip, her grip on Logan tightening so much that the child winced in pain.

But she was afraid of genuinely angering Linton. After a moment of silence, she looked up, her voice a soft, melodic thing. "Alright. I'd appreciate the ride, Lucas."

She paused, her eyes fixed on Linton. "But not home. Take me to the hospital."

Standing there in the grand hall, clutching her child, Isabella somehow managed to look pitiably alone.