The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 487

“Lorinda.”

Catherine didn’t bother correcting Lance’s sarcasm, or his constant insistence that the baby was Gavin’s.

Lance pulled up a chair and settled in beside her.

“When something happened, why didn’t you call him first?”

Did she think Gavin wasn’t reliable? If that was true, why keep this baby at all? Gavin’s baby.

He eyed the wrinkled little newborn in her arms, small and shriveled like a grumpy old man. The baby looked nothing like Gavin. Thank goodness for that. If it did, it would probably be even uglier.

“I…” Catherine’s pale face tightened, her brows pinched with worry. She clearly didn’t want to explain herself to him.

Lance looked away, his voice suddenly rough. “Lorinda can’t help with this. Catherine, if you trust me, listen to me.”

Catherine didn’t let her guard down around him, but still, she nodded. Quietly, after a moment, she said, “I trust you. I just want to let Lorinda know I’m fine.”

Lance pulled out his phone and handed it to her. “Harrell has your phone.”

Catherine knew Lorinda’s number by heart. She called her straight away.

It rang a few times before Lorinda picked up, her voice hesitant. “Hello?”

“Lorinda, it’s me.”

As soon as Catherine spoke, Lorinda exploded. “Where are you? What happened? Did Lance lock you up? What does he think he’s doing? I’m calling the police, I—”

Lorinda’s mind was already spinning out of control. She was even considering streaming the whole thing live while calling the cops, just to make a scene. No matter how powerful the James family was, she wasn’t about to let them make someone vanish.

Catherine interrupted her. “Slow down. The baby and I are alright. Something did happen, but I’ll explain everything after I recover.”

“Wait, is it Lance—”

***

Ten hours earlier, in Cabinda. It was four in the morning, three hours before the wedding.

Lance should have been changing into his suit, getting ready to pick up the bride. But he was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t answering calls, wasn’t responding to messages, just vanished.

“I want to see what game he thinks he’s playing,” Belinda muttered, climbing into her car to find him herself.

Lance’s villa was lit up like daylight. She parked out front, stormed up to the main door, and let herself in.

The door wasn’t even locked. She pushed it open and her voice rang through the house.

“Lance, the wedding is about to start! What are you thinking? Are you going to let Adelina become everyone’s joke?”

The first floor was empty. She stomped to the staircase, still fuming. “I watched Adelina grow up. Sure, she’s got her issues, but she’s a good kid. Don’t push this too far. How am I supposed to explain this to Sarah?”