Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 447

The moment Liliana finished speaking, a dead silence fell over the room.

Mrs. Hart was the first to react.

Her wrinkled face held an unreadable, complex expression. She forced a smile, instinctively trying to stammer her way through it.

"Oh, Liliana, what… what are you saying? Linton… Linton, he…"

"Mom."

Liliana interrupted her gently, her expression calm. "You don't have to hide it from me anymore."

"He's Amelia's father, after all. I should attend the funeral."

"…"

Mrs. Hart was silent for a long moment before letting out a heavy sigh, her eyes filled with pity. "Liliana, how did you know?"

Liliana lowered her gaze. "Who knows. Maybe… it was just a gut feeling."

It was strange, wasn't it?

They had grown up together, the two people in the world who knew each other best.

She always knew what he was planning. He could never hide anything from her.

Never.

***

Early spring arrived soon after the New Year.

The weather was still chilly.

On the day of the funeral, as if the heavens were mourning, a light, drizzling rain began to fall from the gray sky, chilling everyone to the bone.

Liliana, dressed in black with her hair tied back, sat in the front row, holding Amelia.

She was quiet the entire time, her eyes downcast, not saying a word, as if separated from the rest of the world.

Mrs. Hart looked at her with concern. "Liliana…"

Liliana remained silent, seemingly deaf to the world around her, lost in her own thoughts.

In her arms, Amelia seemed to share a connection with her father. From the moment Liliana had carried her into the hall, the baby had been crying nonstop.

When she stepped inside the house, she froze.

Liliana stared, stunned to see that Linton's home was decorated exactly like the home she had once designed for them.

Gabriel Hart, who had come with her, saw her standing motionless and explained gently, "He was hoping you'd soften up and forgive him one day. He had the whole place done up just like the home you two planned, wanting to surprise you."

"He also went to great lengths to buy back the furniture you sold. Some of it was damaged by Logan Grayson, so he had new pieces commissioned to match."

Liliana's long lashes trembled, but she remained silent. Her delicate, fair face was impassive, betraying no emotion.

Gabriel's heart clenched, and he grew worried about her mental state. "Liliana…"

Her lashes fluttered as she cut him off. "I'm fine, Gabriel."

"Let's just find what we came for."

She walked through the living room, step by step, surrounded by the familiar decor. She had sketched the designs for every corner, chosen the materials for every piece of furniture herself.

She thought she had sold it all.

She never imagined she would see it all again one day.