Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 362

Logan was young, and his words were spoken with a soft, childish lisp, a little mumbled and hard to make out.

At first, Mrs. Hart didn't quite catch it, thinking she must have misheard. "Logan, what did you just say?" she asked, surprised. "Who are you looking for?"

Logan lowered his head and buried his face in Margaret's shoulder, his small, pale hands clinging tightly to her neck. He stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment.

It was hard to tell if it was from shyness or guilt.

In any case, the little boy was fidgeting, repeating himself in a small voice.

"Sis... Sister Liliana..."

"Mrs. Hart, hmm... I... I want to see Sister Liliana..."

Mrs. Hart's eyes widened in astonishment. It was so incredible that for a moment, she wondered if she was hearing things, or perhaps hallucinating.

Her reaction wasn't an overstatement.

It was truly hard to imagine.

Mrs. Hart's expression became complicated. She had seen Logan at the Cooper estate before. Isabella often had the child with her, feigning frailty as she asked Linton to soothe him.

Whenever Liliana was present, or even when her name was mentioned, Logan would let out a disdainful huff, his young face contorted in a sneer that perfectly mirrored his mother's arrogant tone.

He liked to call Liliana the "bad woman."

"I hate the bad woman! I don't want to see the bad woman!"

"Waaah, Mommy, make the bad woman go away! She's trying to steal my daddy, waaaah..."

That's what Logan used to say all the time.

The child had just turned three, or four if you counted the New Year. He was still very young, with no real sense of right and wrong, and was at an age where he needed proper guidance.

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