Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 74

From the phone, a man’s impatient roar echoed through the hall. "I told you, I'm busy! I have to be with someone else. If she wants to die, let her die! What does it have to do with me?"

"...So what if it's my child? If the mother doesn't care, why should I care about some unborn baby? It's not like I can't have another one with someone else!"

Liliana's vision blurred. She unconsciously raised a hand to her cheek and felt the wetness of tears.

She froze. She hadn't even realized she was crying.

"Liliana, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Hart saw the tears and her heart ached. She pulled her daughter into a hug, her voice soft and gentle. "It's okay. If you don't want to get checked out, we won't. I'll take you home and make you your favorite food."

"Mom…" Liliana’s lips trembled. She lowered her eyes, and the last shred of hesitation in her heart dissolved.

Her mind felt preternaturally clear. That was right. The dream was over, and it was long past time for her to wake up.

"I'm fine," she said, forcing a faint smile.

She took one last, long look at Linton.

He was looking back at her, his eyes filled with an unfathomable emotion. The intensity of his gaze was unsettling, sending a chill down her spine.

Linton’s lips parted, as if he wanted to say something.

But there were too many people between them.

He started to move, to cross the space that separated them, but Isabella grabbed his arm. Her eyes, brimming with tears, made her look fragile and pitiful. Her voice was laced with panic. "Brother, the doctor just called. Logan's fever won't break. They said it could be dangerous."

"Please, I'm begging you, come with me."

"..."

She hailed a cab, her expression numb, and headed for the mental health clinic.

Her hand, cold and trembling, rested protectively on her still-flat stomach. Her eyes darkened with a mix of complex emotions as the month of nightmares replayed in her mind.

After arriving at the clinic, Liliana waited in the reception area.

An hour later, her name was called. She pushed open the door to the office.

Her first words were uttered in a calm, steady voice.

"Doctor, I think I might be depressed."

Liliana frowned slightly, her tone deadly serious. "My emotions have been all over the place, but I can't tell if it's because of the pregnancy, or if I'm actually sick."

The doctor looked up from behind her desk. Her voice was gentle, like a warm spring breeze, and immediately soothing. "Would you feel comfortable telling me what's been going on?"