The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 157

Fiona’s voice burst through the phone, lively as ever.

“Catherine, your grandfather’s turning seventy-eight in a few days. Can you find some time to have a meal with us?”

Catherine paused, searching for a way to say no that wouldn’t make Fiona sad but would still let her off the hook.

Fiona must have sensed her hesitation. “Don’t worry, we’re not throwing a big party. Just a simple meal, you, me, Sophia, that’s all.”

Catherine glanced at her calendar. Ableson’s birthday landed right in the middle of the week.

“My job... I might be stuck at work.”

“When aren’t you busy?” Fiona’s tone softened, more resigned than annoyed. She truly understood Catherine’s schedule.

“Grandma has a plan.”

Catherine couldn’t help but smile. “You always do. Thank you, Grandma.”

Fiona and Ableson’s warmth was exactly the kind of family closeness Catherine had always wanted. She couldn’t say no, not really.

“Your grandfather loves those cookies you bake. Just bring him a batch for his birthday. That’s all he wants.” Fiona made sure to suggest something simple, probably worried Catherine would spend too much.

That made Catherine’s heart feel even softer. “Alright, whatever you say, Grandma.”

When she hung up, her usually sharp features were gentler, relaxed.

The office door was halfway open, and a man stood just outside, having caught every word. He let go of the handle, and the door swung open completely.

The subtle sound pulled her back to the present. Catherine looked up and quickly stood. “Lance.”

“Did Grandma need something?” Lance walked over, stopping in front of her.

“Actually... she didn’t call me.” Catherine almost never lied, and her eyes darted, uneasy.

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