Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 78

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Linton drove, dialing Liliana's number as he sped through the streets. The look on her face when she left the hospital was all wrong.

He knew Liliana. She was definitely hiding something from him.

"Beep… beep…"

The phone rang unanswered.

His face grim, Linton then called Mrs. Hart.

"Where is she?"

Still furious with him, Mrs. Hart replied icily, "I don't know," and hung up.

Linton stared at the phone.

Expressionless, he kept driving and dialed Helena's number.

"Where is she?"

Helena was taken aback. She never thought the day would come when the heir of the Cooper family would condescend to call her.

She smirked. "I have no idea."

Linton's voice growing colder. "She left with you."

"She did, but we went our separate ways as soon as we left the hospital," Helena said. It was the truth, but she couldn't help the note of satisfaction in her voice. Seeing Linton squirm was immensely gratifying.

He deserved it. The bastard had hurt Liliana, and a little verbal payback was the least he was owed.

Linton frowned, his voice a low warning. "I'm not joking."

"Liliana's been in a bad state lately. Where is she?"

Liliana froze. She hadn't expected him to be at her house.

She stared at his familiar, handsome face, and her breath caught in her throat. The suffocating feeling was back.

Mrs. Hart, who was also in the room, gave an awkward smile. "Liliana, you're finally back. Where have you been all this time?"

"You weren't answering your phone. Linton was looking for you everywhere. When he couldn't find you, he came here to wait."

Mrs. Hart wasn't trying to scold her. She had been worried her daughter, in her anger, might do something reckless.

Liliana's lips tightened. She refused to even look at the man on the sofa, her voice distant and cold. "I was in a bad mood, so I went for a walk."

She started up the stairs, adding dismissively, "You should leave. You're not welcome in the Hart home."

He stood and crossed the room in a few long strides, grabbing her arm. His voice was raw and hoarse, as if forced from his throat.

"Liliana, we need to talk."