Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 390

Liliana sat in the back with Mrs. Hart, her gaze lowered, listening with a placid expression. Her delicate, fair face betrayed no emotion.

Her silence was almost eerie.

Gabriel frowned deeply, uncertain of what she was planning.

Matthew's belongings had been found, but his body was still missing. With so much time having passed and no credible sightings reported to the police, an unspoken consensus had formed.

Everyone, though they didn't say it aloud, believed that Matthew was truly gone.

His death was an undeniable fact.

It was a tragic outcome, but it was reality. The world wasn't filled with miracles; more often than not, it was just cruel and unforgiving.

Gabriel’s gaze hardened. After a moment's thought, he softened his cool tone and tried to gently reason with her.

"Liliana..."

"Don't overthink this. After you see Isabella today, let's just go home so you can focus on the baby."

"I'm sure Matthew would want you to move on from the past, to look forward, and to live your life well."

Someone had to be the “bad guy” and say these things.

Someone had to force Liliana to accept the reality of Matthew’s death and stop her from clinging to a self-deceiving fantasy.

Liliana’s expression remained perfectly calm.

She gave a slight nod, her eyes drifting to the window. "Gabriel..."

"I know."

Gabriel was silent.

He frowned again, harder this time.

Something was clearly wrong with Liliana’s emotional state.

He glanced at her quiet form in the rearview mirror, his eyes darkening. He pressed his lips together, wanting to say more but holding back.

Isabella’s eyelashes trembled, and a strange emotion flickered across her pale, worn face, gone so fast it was impossible to catch.

Since the Nightfall brothers' arrest, she had seemed to have lost all hope, remaining utterly silent. Even under intense police interrogation, she hadn't spoken a word, her lips sealed tight.

But at the sound of Liliana's voice, a flicker of life returned to her eyes. A derisive smile touched her chapped lips as she instinctively shot back with scorn.

"What, did you come to gloat?"

"What's the point of telling me this now? He's already dead, isn't he? You found the place where he fell..."

Liliana watched her without blinking, her voice cutting through Isabella's tirade. "Isabella."

"I only have one question for you."

"Do you regret it?"

At her words, Isabella's vacant eyes constricted sharply.