The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 495

Lorinda had a kid at home. If she was going to take care of Harrell, that meant staying at the hospital. Still, how could she just ignore Catherine?

“Alright, I’ll stay and look after you, but you have to promise me… I absolutely need to see Catherine!”

Harrell looked surprised, then something like happiness flashed across his face. It was the kind of feeling he couldn’t really put into words.

“Don’t worry, I promise. You’ll see her.”

Lorinda gave him an ‘OK’ sign and grinned. “Deal. I just need a little time to sort things out for my son at home.”

She never worried about leaving her boy with Alexa—she trusted her completely. But the thought of leaving for days without knowing exactly how long tugged at her.

Standing at her front door, she paused, one foot out of the house. “Can you give me a rough timeline?”

The mention of her child made Harrell’s heart feel heavier. He thought for a moment before answering. “At least three days, maybe five at the most.”

“Alright,” Lorinda said, biting her lip, finally agreeing.

“You and Catherine must be really close.” Harrell could see the way she struggled, torn between staying for her friend and leaving her child. The whole mix of reluctance and care was written all over her face.

Lorinda closed the door behind her, but called out so her voice carried back inside. “Of course we are!”

Later that afternoon, Lorinda showed up at Harrell’s hospital room, wheeling a small suitcase behind her.

The nurses couldn’t help but talk. Harrell’s wounds were almost healed, so why did he suddenly have family moving in to take care of him? All the gossip flying around eventually made its way to Lance.

He’d overheard bodyguards chatting outside of Catherine’s room.

After weeks of recovery, Catherine was finally able to get up and walk around on her own. She stood by the window, soaking in the sun while she watched her baby nap. She wore pale pink cotton pajamas, her whole vibe softer and warmer in the sunlight.

The nanny had insisted she put on a fluffy white hat. It made her look even gentler.

Lance opened the door and stepped in quietly. Catherine turned right away, pressing her finger to her lips. Shhh. The baby had just fallen asleep—one little noise and he started to squirm.

Lance closed the door gently and walked into the room, keeping his voice low.

“I’ll go take care of it now.”

Lance got up and headed down the hall to Harrell’s room.

When he walked in, Harrell was there alone, sitting on the bed and fiddling with a tiny pink hair clip. For a second, Harrell was so deep in thought, he didn’t even notice Lance had come in, until suddenly he did, and quickly hid the hair clip under his pillow.

“You’ve been spending all your time taking care of Catherine. I’m surprised you found time to check in on me.”

Lance gave him a half-smile. “Well, I heard you got company, so I figured I’d better not interrupt.” He glanced around the room. “Where is she?”

Harrell replied, “She went downstairs to buy some fruit.”

Lance raised an eyebrow, his voice calm but meaningful. “Catherine wants to see her.”

Harrell’s brow creased right away. “Didn’t you say Catherine shouldn’t see anyone during recovery? You were worried it might affect her health.”