Liliana held the baby carefully, not daring to move. Her palms were sweating with nervousness.
Linton watched her with a gentle gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips. He couldn't help but tease her. "I was the same way the first time. You'll get used to it."
"Liliana, we…"
Liliana cut him off coolly. "Don't say 'we.' It's just me and the baby."
She emphasized the point deliberately. There was a line in her heart she couldn't cross, a reason she could never forgive Linton.
It had nothing to do with feelings anymore.
Between them, there was a life.
Linton fell silent.
A sharp pain pierced his chest, and he tasted something metallic in his throat. He pressed his lips together, a bitter smile forming. "No, I was just going to say, I won't bother you and the baby in the future. Don't worry."
What Linton had wanted to say was that he hoped they could have one last meal together before he left, a farewell dinner to hold onto as a memory.
When you're all alone, sometimes memories are the only thing that give you the courage to keep going.
If he wasn't even allowed to have a single good memory, then there was truly no point in living.
But he didn't dare to say it.
Liliana's attitude was perfectly clear. She wouldn't agree.
A sharp pain lanced through him as he breathed. He lowered his gaze, his handsome face turning pale. He looked as if he might collapse, appearing surprisingly fragile.
Liliana didn't look at him. She lowered her head to coo at the baby, her voice gentle and loving. "Amelia, Mommy's taking you home."
Linton followed a step behind them, mother and daughter.
Mrs. Hart saw his pitiful state and couldn't bear it. She forced a smile, trying to break the awkward tension, and tentatively suggested, "Liliana, the baby is a month old now. The welcome party will be here before we know it."


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