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Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 464

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but try to persuade him. “Mr. Cooper, I don’t think that’s necessarily true. It’s been three years. Ms. Hart has had time to process things. I doubt she still resents you. She might even be hoping you’re still alive.”

Linton didn’t respond, his gaze fixed downward.

After a long pause, he reached out and stubbed the spent cigarette into the ashtray. His cool voice was raspy. “Don’t say any more. Things are fine as they are.”

“A person who’s been gone for three years suddenly reappearing won’t do anyone any good. Liliana and the child are happy now. I have no reason to disturb them.”

Really? Lucas pursed his lips. I wouldn't be so sure, he thought.

He wondered who it was that, just a couple of years ago, used to get wasted in the middle of the night, screaming her name over and over.

“Liliana.”

“Liliana.”

“Liliana.”

Couldn’t have been our brilliant, all-powerful Mr. Cooper, right? No, couldn’t be.

Lucas was at a loss. He couldn’t understand what the man was so conflicted about at this point.

He sighed heavily. Not wanting to push it, he mumbled under his breath, “It’s a shame for the young miss, though. The kids at her preschool have been teasing her for not having a father.”

Lucas admitted to himself he was saying it on purpose.

As expected, Linton’s expression turned fierce. He shot Lucas a cold glare and demanded, “What preschool? How can the children be so cruel? What are their teachers doing? Fire the teachers… No, on second thought, let’s just move Amelia to a better school.”

Linton’s instinct to take charge was automatic. He was used to it—worrying about Liliana when they were young, and now worrying about his child. His life was hopelessly entangled with them.

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