Mrs. Hart, despite her gentle demeanor, was a woman of swift and decisive action.
She hung up the phone and immediately had her driver take her to the Cooper family estate to discuss the annulment with the old patriarch.
In a way, Liliana was very much like her mother.
Mrs. Hart spent the entire afternoon at the Cooper manor.
No one knew what she and old Mr. Cooper discussed.
But when Liliana returned home that evening, Mrs. Hart greeted her with a bright smile and said, "It's settled."
Liliana blinked. "What is?"
For a moment, she didn't understand.
Mrs. Hart tapped her on the head. "What do you think? The engagement, of course."
"But the old man said that if you're really sure about this, you need to go to the estate tomorrow and talk to him face-to-face."
Liliana's heart stirred. Overwhelmed with gratitude, she threw her arms around her mother, burying her head in her shoulder with a sense of dependent affection.
The familiar, light fragrance of her mother's perfume filled her senses, and Liliana's eyes welled up, her voice thick with emotion.
"Mom, thank you."
"Silly girl, there's no need to thank me. It's what I'm here for, isn't it?"
Mrs. Hart patted her back, her heart aching for her daughter. She murmured softly, "From now on, if anything's wrong, you tell me. Don't try to bear it all on your own."
At her words, Liliana instinctively covered her still-flat abdomen with her hand. She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't come out.
"Mom…"
"What is it?"
Mrs. Hart looked at her curiously, thinking she had more to say.
Liliana's lips parted, but after a long pause, she shook her head and smiled. "Nothing."
"I just have a craving for your fish chowder."
…
The next morning.
Liliana couldn't sleep. She got up early and drove straight to the old estate.
In this moment, she looked like the kindest mother-in-law in the world, a far cry from the scowling, accusatory woman she became in Liliana's presence.
Liliana stood in the doorway, her expression calm, her gaze indifferent as she took in the heartwarming scene. She found it laughable.
In this time and place.
She felt like the only outsider.
An ungrateful intruder who had barged into someone else's home and ruined the atmosphere.
But so what?
Liliana expressionlessly walked into the living room, her eyes fixed forward, heading straight for the study upstairs.
She was here to end the engagement, after all.
She was already an outsider.
"Daddy, look, it's the mean lady!"
Logan was the first to spot her.
He pointed a finger straight at Liliana, his big eyes wide with surprise, before his lips turned down in a pout. "Daddy, why is the mean lady in our house? Make her go away!"

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