Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 462

Amelia Hart rubbed her eyes. The image of the mysterious stranger she’d met earlier suddenly surfaced in her mind, and she mumbled drowsily.

“Mommy, when I got lost, a man who was passing by helped me.”

“Mmm… I wanted to thank him, but then he disappeared. It was like… like the tooth fairy in my storybook. He just popped up out of nowhere and then vanished just as quickly.”

Liliana was speechless.

She was completely bewildered, unsure if Amelia was talking in her sleep or telling the truth.

Children often had the most peculiar flights of fancy. Amelia, for example, would frequently talk about her dreams as if they were real. You had to take what she said with a grain of salt; half of it was reality, and the other half was her own vivid imagination.

It wasn't that she meant to lie; it was just the unfiltered innocence of a child who didn't yet distinguish between right and wrong, her thoughts jumping from one idea to the next.

After three years, Liliana was used to it. “Alright,” she said in a soothing voice. “Then tomorrow, Mommy will have someone check the hotel’s security footage to see which kind, mysterious man helped our Amelia.”

Amelia beamed, wrapping her arms around Liliana’s neck and planting a loud, smacking kiss on her cheek. “Okay! Mommy’s the best! I love you!”

Liliana couldn't help but smile at her antics.

She looked out the car window. The lights of Crownport sparkled in the night, the streets bustling with traffic. The lively scene outside made the silence inside the car feel even more profound.

Soon, Amelia’s soft, even breathing filled the back seat.

Liliana lowered her gaze and began humming a gentle lullaby, her beautiful face shrouded in an unreadable expression.

But most of all, she was furious that he, who claimed to love her deeply, always managed to neglect her and cause her pain.

Back then, Liliana had been so angry it had consumed her, dragging her into a depression. She had mistaken that rage for disillusionment, believing she no longer loved him and insisting on leaving.

Only now, with a clear head, did she understand. How could more than twenty years of knowing each other, of growing up together, of a decade of love, just vanish into thin air?

Liliana’s long lashes fluttered as she pressed her lips together, a wave of sorrow washing over her delicate features.

But he was gone.

What good was it to understand now?