Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 89

Of all Linton's traits, it was his sharp tongue that infuriated Liliana the most.

In Crownport society, Mr. Cooper was like an untouchable ice king—proud, obsessed with his image, and relentlessly cutting with his words. No one ever got the better of him in an argument; he simply refused to lose.

Compounding this was his naturally aloof demeanor and his condescending way of speaking. Anything he said came out laced with a faint, mocking sarcasm that was both infuriating and deeply unsettling.

Liliana used to despise that about him.

Honestly, besides her, no one else in Crownport could have tolerated his foul temper for over twenty years.

But she was done tolerating it. She sneered, “Perfectly. Now Mr. Cooper can get lost. The farther, the better. Get out of my sight.”

Linton just laughed.

He leaned down and roughly ruffled her hair, messing it up completely. He arched an eyebrow, his smile infuriatingly smug. “As you wish.”

He seemed to be in a remarkably good mood, probably from having just asserted his dominance in front of his perceived “rival.” The handsome man hummed a little tune, stuck a hand in his pocket, and casually turned to leave.

Liliana’s eye twitched. She felt a wave of disgust. How had it come to this, where everything he did just annoyed her?

So irritating!

As she was about to move on, she cast a curious glance in the direction Linton was walking. He wasn’t heading into the main event hall. He was walking toward the exit.

Isabella, looking stunned, called out anxiously, “Brother, where are you going? The show is about to start…”

“Home.”

Isabella’s composure didn’t crack. She smiled back, just as sweetly. “As if he wants you, either.”

“You two were engaged for six years, and he still never married you.” Isabella’s smile was gentle, but her words were like daggers, aimed straight for the heart. “If my brother truly loved you, he would have married you right after graduation. When a man puts off marriage for two years, making all sorts of excuses, isn’t it obvious what that means?”

“But I suppose some people have no shame and love wasting their time on someone who isn’t interested. It was clear my brother didn’t want to marry you, yet you kept clinging to him, begging him. If I were you, I’d be too embarrassed to even show my face.”

Throughout her tirade, Isabella maintained her sweet, gentle smile and soft voice. If you weren’t listening to the words, you’d think she was some innocent little flower.

Liliana stared at her, her face a blank mask.

This was Isabella’s classic move. She would say the most vicious things with a gentle smile, and when Liliana inevitably got angry and argued back, Isabella would play the victim. Once she started crying and drew a crowd, she would switch tactics, murmuring vaguely about it all being a misunderstanding.

And everyone, including Linton, would see Liliana as the one throwing a tantrum—spoiled, unreasonable, and cruel.