The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 493

“It’s going to hurt, but you have to get through it. If you don’t, the wound could stick together and you’ll just end up suffering even more later. Try to be strong for now.”

Lance knew how much she dreaded pain. When he saw her face go pale, his voice softened, hovering somewhere between gentle reassurance and logic.

“Okay.”

Catherine lifted her hand, and Lance caught her wrist. With his other hand, he slipped it behind her neck, careful and supportive as he helped her sit up.

The smell of disinfectant hung heavily in the hospital room, blended with a faint milky sweetness. Now there was something new, too, a clean sandalwood scent clinging to Lance. The mix of smells swirled around Catherine, filling her nose.

Her heart was pounding so hard she could actually hear it.

One careless movement tugged at her incision, sending a sharp wave of pain through her. Sweat gathered on her forehead right away.

Lance slid his arm around her shoulders, drawing her close so she could lean into him.

“Don’t rush it. Take it slow. If you move carefully, it won’t be as bad.”

The maternity nurse, holding the baby in her arms, tried to distract Catherine. “Catherine, you look like an educated woman. The baby’s been here for two days already, but you haven’t picked a name. Why don’t you think of one now while you have a moment?”

Catherine leaned her head against Lance’s chest, feeling the steady strength beneath his shirt. The way they were sitting, it was pretty intimate, maybe even a little too close. But she barely noticed, too lost in the pain, her body curled up tight.

“I didn’t know if it would be a boy or a girl, so I put it off,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against Lance’s chest.

She knew the nurse was just being thoughtful, trying to shift her focus. Still, she could barely lift her head to even offer a polite reply.

Lance’s hand stayed on her shoulder, fingers brushing her loose hair away from her face. Then he used the pad of his thumb to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

“You know now. Maybe you can start thinking about it.”

Catherine stayed quiet, the pain draining all her energy and focus.

The nurse glanced at Lance. “You’re the dad, Lance. How about you think of a few names and let Catherine pick the one she likes best?”

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