The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 501

“Just tell me what happened first.”

Catherine pressed her lips together, weighing her words.

Lance finally spoke. “Right now, I can’t give you a clear answer. What I can tell you is this… it has something to do with the Lee family. And it’s about your child, too.”

The Lee family. Her child.

Sally had just had a baby.

Adela was acting off.

Trying to piece everything together was like untangling a ball of old yarn. None of it made sense.

But there was one thing Catherine was sure of. Lance wasn’t behind any of this.

“Thank you for telling me. And, really, thank you for being here all this time. But I can’t stay at your place.”

Lance laced his fingers, his eyes shadowed and unreadable.

After a long silence, he straightened in his chair, his voice quiet but cold. “Do what you want.”

The room suddenly felt colder.

Lance got up and headed for the door.

Catherine watched until he was completely gone, the door swinging shut and cutting him from her view.

Turning away, she grabbed her phone and texted Lorinda.

As soon as Lorinda found out she might get discharged, she sent a flood of cheerful emojis.

[Wait until you see the surprise I’ll bring you when you get out!]

Catherine still saw the image of Lance leaving, his face closed off and hard. She switched off her phone and glanced at the tiny baby in the bassinet.

Alexander White, her sweet and usually calm little boy, had turned completely unmanageable these last five days.

The nanny burned her hand with hot water and had to quit in a hurry. Catherine couldn’t find anyone reliable to replace her, so she ended up doing everything herself.

After that, Alexander refused to sleep through the night. The only way he’d settle was if someone walked him gently around the room—constantly.

During the day, Lance worked. At night, he took over with Alexander, rocking and soothing him until, completely wiped out, he’d doze off on the couch—still holding the baby.

Catherine tried more than once to take over, but he always waved her off.

“Alright. Let’s go,” Lance said, tucking Alexander into the carrier and covering him with a light blanket, pulling a thin shade over to block out the sun.

Catherine wore a simple black sweater and had pulled her hair into a messy ponytail. She started to pick up the carrier, but Lance stepped in and took it from her.

“I’ll do it.”

Security took care of their luggage. Catherine walked next to Lance, hands empty, heart racing.

As they left the hospital wing, two people were waiting outside.

Lorinda stood there as expected. Beside her was Gavin.

Gavin had gone all out. He wore a burgundy suit and held a huge bouquet of blazing red roses. His hair was slicked back and perfect, like he was headed for a fancy event and wanted everyone to notice.

Lance’s eyes flickered, the emotion behind them suddenly hard to read.

He glanced at Catherine, taking in her bright smile. She was practically glowing in the morning sun.

He looked away.

Catherine hadn’t expected Gavin to show up.