Linton wasn't deliberately avoiding Liliana’s gaze.
He didn't dare to look at her.
The girl had just had a massive fight with him in the early hours of the morning.
Linton knew he had crossed a line this time, and a sliver of guilt gnawed at him.
He hadn't figured out how to face an angry Liliana and coax her back, so he kept his eyes averted and his mouth shut.
Liliana, in turn, ignored him completely, refusing to even glance in his direction.
The two of them stood there stiffly, a chasm as wide as a galaxy separating them. It was a bottomless gorge that cleaved them apart, turning them into the most familiar of strangers.
The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension.
Fortunately, the news that old Mr. Cooper's surgery was a success broke the silence. He was wheeled out shortly after.
Everyone rushed to surround the gurney.
The doctor reassured the family, "You brought him in just in time. Any later, and we might not have been able to save him."
"The surgery was successful. He'll need to be hospitalized for observation for a while. As long as you follow our instructions and take good care of him, there shouldn't be any major issues."
"When will he wake up?" Mrs. Hart's face was etched with worry, her eyes welling with tears.
"It's hard to say for certain, but it shouldn't be too long. A month at the most," the doctor replied before adding a final, pointed warning. "He's getting on in years, and his heart is weak. From now on, you must avoid any emotional distress. Make sure he doesn't worry or get angry."
"Yes, of course. Thank you, doctor," Mrs. Hart said, her expression troubled.
Everyone knew the unspoken truth.
Old Mr. Cooper's sudden collapse was almost certainly triggered by the shock of hearing that Liliana wanted to break off the engagement. The stimulus had been too much for him to bear.

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