Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 303

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Mrs. Grayson leisurely lifted the white porcelain teacup, her finely drawn eyebrows arching slightly. "Mrs. Hart, it's been a while," she said, her voice cool and detached.

"I'm not here for pleasantries." Mrs. Grayson got straight to the point, her expression distant and proud, the very picture of an ice queen. "I'm sure you've heard about what happened with our family."

Mrs. Hart smiled, her own presence equally formidable. She calmly raised her teacup, blew gently on the surface, and spoke with refined grace. "Mrs. Grayson, I was so sorry to hear about Matthew's ordeal. I am truly heartbroken. I watched him grow up... a fine young man. Please, accept my deepest condolences. You must try to move forward."

At those words, Mrs. Grayson's eyes darkened. Her fingers tightened around the handle of the teacup, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. She forced a cold smile. "Move forward?"

"I have lived most of my life for that one son. He finally finds a wife, and as luck would have it, she turns out to be a monster who costs him his life. The murderer is sitting in a police station right now, Mrs. Hart. If you were in my shoes, could you simply let her go?"

Mrs. Hart's eyes flickered. She calmly set her cup down and smiled. "Of course not."

Mrs. Grayson narrowed her eyes, her gaze intent. "Mrs. Hart, as one mother to another, I knew you would understand how I feel. To get to the point, I've come here today to ask for a favor."