Linton’s hand, reaching for Liliana, froze mid-air. His handsome face darkened instantly, his voice turning to ice. “Don’t say such things, Liliana.”
Linton had always liked children. Despite his cold demeanor, he possessed a surprising well of patience for them. When Liliana was in high school, lost in romantic daydreams, she used to constantly pester him, asking how many kids he wanted when they got married.
He had likely found the question repetitive and boring, eventually growing impatient with it. But every time, he would still pause to think before answering her with a quiet seriousness. “Two, I think. One would be lonely. Two is just right. A boy first, then a girl. A little sister should be spoiled by the whole family, and her older brother can look after her.”
Back then, Liliana had taken his willingness to seriously plan their future as a sign that he must have feelings for her. She had been ecstatic. In the first blush of love, fantasizing about a future with him had only pulled her deeper into her infatuation.
But now, the true meaning of his words finally hit her. Some things, he had made clear a long time ago. She had just been too blinded by her all-consuming love to see it. A self-deprecating smile touched her lips. Her pale face contorted in pain as she clutched her stomach. A little sister should be spoiled by the whole family, and her older brother can look after her. Wasn’t that exactly how he had always treated Isabella?

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