Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 339

Hearing that, Liam's lips curved into a genuine smile. He let out a soft laugh.

Now, that was more like it.

That was the Linton he knew.

The unease in his chest finally settled. His expression shifted, turning slightly more serious. "Let's be honest, how many people are gunning for you right now? Your father has sent quite a few killers, hasn't he? The old bastard can't even stay quiet after fleeing the country."

As he spoke, Liam was likely thinking of his own monstrous father, and a strange flicker of empathy for his rival crossed his face.

Linton's earlier words had been too unsettling, too much like a final farewell.

Linton stared straight ahead, saying nothing. After a long, tense silence, he finally spoke, his voice cold. "Stay out of things that don't concern you."

Liam let out a short, exasperated laugh. "Fine. It was a mistake to even ask. Go ahead and die for all I care. It's not like I give a damn." He paused, his gaze darkening with a hint of gloating. "It would be better if you died, actually. Then Liliana would be all mine. Don't you worry, I'll take good care of her. I'll make sure she never suffers for the rest of her life."

The words were strange.

They sounded less like a taunt and more like a solemn vow.

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