The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 492

“I see.” Harrell tapped his phone a couple more times.

Before he could set it down, the hospital room door swung open.

Lance walked in, heading straight for Harrell. Without a word, he took the phone, quickly thumbing through unread messages and missed calls while moving toward the sofa.

Nearly all the messages were from the James family.

Right before the wedding was supposed to start, both Abelson and Fiona had sent warnings. Since he’d made up his mind to get married, he’d better not pull any tricks now. Belinda’s message was even more direct—she flat-out ordered him to come home.

But when the wedding got called off, the James family went silent. That’s when the company’s shareholders started blowing up his phone, demanding answers.

Lance skimmed through the flood, replied to a handful of people, ignored the rest, and tossed the phone aside so he could bury himself in work again.

“Lance, about Catherine…” Aaron started.

“The maternity nurse is back,” Lance said coolly.

Aaron just nodded, leaving it at that.

“Oh, right.” Lance glanced up at Harrell. “Didn’t you say you’d sent me a message?”

Harrell blinked, a little sheepishly. “I just realized the signal was terrible. It never actually went through.”

He pointed to the phone sitting by the bed. “That’s Catherine’s phone. I just charged it. It kept ringing non-stop, which was driving me nuts, so I put it on silent. Maybe you should take it to her when you get a second.”

As he spoke, the screen lit up again with an incoming call.

Harrell checked who it was, then looked over at Lance.

“It’s Gavin. Since her phone turned on, he’s been calling so often it’s like he’s trying to keep up with her heartbeat. He must be freaking out. Maybe you should just pick up?”

Lance set down the files, walked over to grab the phone, then went right back to his paperwork.

“Leave it,” he said, not even looking up.

There was no reason to pick up. Nothing he wanted to say to Gavin.

“Don’t worry, Catherine.” The nurse tried to reassure her while mixing up a bottle of formula for the baby. “Your chest looks nice and full to me. I’m sure your milk will come in soon. When Lance gets back, have him help you up for a little walk.”

“Get out of bed?” The sharp pain from her incision made Catherine feel faint at the thought.

“Yes, you really need to move around on the second day, or else the wound might heal the wrong way and stick together inside. I’d help you up myself, but I need to take care of the baby and, honestly, I’m not as strong as he is. If it hurts too much, let him support you.”

Catherine hadn’t planned on a C-section, so the whole recovery process was new territory. All she knew was that every movement made her wound ache. Just thinking about getting on her feet made her break out in a cold sweat.

She’d always been sensitive to pain.

Lance had learned about all this from Harrell.

When he walked back into the hospital room, he shrugged off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and went right to Catherine’s bedside.

“Harrell says you need to try walking around a bit.”

He finished speaking just as he noticed the color draining from Catherine’s face.