Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 163

"Grandfather."

Linton remained expressionless. "You could have warned me sooner, instead of rubbing salt in the wound now."

Old Mr. Cooper stared in disbelief. "I didn't warn you? I warned you plenty! You just refused to listen!"

"You arrogant fool! You were so convinced Liliana couldn't live without you, so used to being on your high horse that you never took her words seriously!"

"You never take anyone's words seriously! You just plug your ears and charge ahead!"

Old Mr. Cooper grew more incensed with every word, his whiskers trembling with rage. "If you were here right now, I'd beat some sense into you!"

He was infuriating!

Truly!

Absolutely infuriating!

He'd never seen someone so quick to shift the blame.

Old Mr. Cooper was so angry he almost laughed.

Linton remained silent.

Fine.

It really was his fault.

He didn't recall his grandfather ever trying to reason with him.

No, that wasn't right.

He probably had.

But at the time, Linton had been too arrogant. He was certain of Liliana's love, certain she would never leave him, and had dismissed any warnings with a scoff, never giving them a second thought.

Linton's lips pressed into a firm line.

His grandfather was right.

He was a damned fool.

The fact that he and Liliana had reached this point was entirely because he had dug his own grave.

Her current coldness, the way she bristled like a hedgehog at his touch—it was all his just deserts.

He deserved it.

A sharp pain lanced through him again, and Linton bent over slightly, catching his breath. A sheen of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face turned pale. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes downcast. "Grandfather," he said, his voice hoarse, "that's all the more reason I have to leave the Cooper family."

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