The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 483

Lance shrugged off his suit jacket and carefully laid it over Catherine and their little boy.

That familiar scent surrounded her, and, against all odds, Catherine’s nerves quietly unwound. He was supposed to be the last person she wanted near her, let alone in the delivery room. Yet just having him there made the world seem a little calmer, the lingering danger fading away.

She reached out and placed a gentle hand on the small, yellow-wrapped bundle at her side. Warmth moved into her palm, a tiny, silent reminder that she wasn’t alone. Her eyelids fluttered and, before she knew it, she was slipping back into the blur of exhaustion.

Lance personally wheeled her bed out of the delivery room. There was a fierce coldness in his eyes—sharp, watchful, unreadable.

“Take Harrell to the emergency room. Detain the rest and find out what they’re doing here.”

“Yes, sir!” The reply was immediate.

Harrell pushed himself up, unsteady, and grabbed Lance’s shoulder as they left.

“Lance, we’re even now.” That was all he managed before he suddenly swayed, his strength giving out.

“Harrell!” The shout came just as Lorinda rounded the corner. When she saw Harrell’s battered face, her grip loosened and the baby bottle slipped to the floor, ringing out across the hall.

She rushed to his side, catching Harrell right before he hit the ground.

“What happened? Where’s Catherine? What’s going on?” Her voice cracked with anxiety. The whole place felt more like a battle scene than a maternity ward.

The delivery room door was sealed tight, but through the thick silence, distant shouts and the sound of things crashing spilled out. Lorinda let go of Harrell, heart pounding, and made a dash for the door.

“She’s… fine...” Harrell managed, his hand closing around her wrist. His words faded as he collapsed completely.

Lorinda tried to pull away, ready to burst inside, but the door swung open before she touched it. A man in a sharp suit stepped out. The scene inside flashed before the door closed again. The place was packed, bruised men sprawled everywhere, the air thick with the scent of blood.

“Catherine! Where is she?” Panic sharpened her voice. “Who are you people?”

A bodyguard moved in, helping Harrell to his feet, and shot Lorinda a level look. “Don’t worry, Catherine’s safe now. You just can’t see her yet.”

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