Linton’s lips parted, his cool voice raspy and trembling.
“Then you... Liliana, tell me the truth. Did you... did you ever think about getting rid of our child?”
“Yes.”
Liliana met his gaze without flinching, her head held high, her clear eyes perfectly calm. “The moment I found out I was pregnant, I considered it. Is that answer satisfactory for Mr. Cooper?”
Linton’s pupils constricted violently. He doubled over in pain, gasping for breath.
He buried his face in his hands, which felt as cold as if his blood had frozen.
A broken, hoarse sound escaped his throat. “Liliana, that’s our child... Our child... and you... you thought about getting rid of our child... Do you hate me that much?”
He slowly lowered his hands, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at her. A mist formed in his deep gaze, and he clenched his jaw, his voice strained. “Hate me enough... to consider being so heartless as to not want this child...”
Liliana watched him calmly.
From her vantage point, looking down, she could clearly see the despair and devastation etched onto his handsome face.
She opened her mouth to speak, but felt no pity or sympathy for him. A faint, mocking smile touched her lips.
She thought, he deserved this.
He deserved all of it.


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