The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 507

“Here’s your phone.”

Lance pulled Catherine’s phone from his pocket.

Just like that, the chilly aura Lorinda had around her disappeared. She tried to smile, reaching out with a small, awkward thank you. “Really appreciate it, Lance. It’s so kind of you to make a special trip.”

He glanced sideways and subtly shifted the phone out of her reach.

Lorinda’s hand just hovered there, kind of frozen.

“Thanks,” Catherine said, stepping forward and gently taking the phone from Lance herself. “Do you want to come in and have a glass of water?”

Lorinda rolled her eyes—she didn’t even try to hide it. She crossed her arms and blocked the doorway, making it obvious she had zero intention of letting him inside.

“No, I’m good,” Lance said. He stayed right where he was.

His eyes flicked over toward the living room for a second. In the stroller, the baby’s tiny hand poked out, wiggling a bit. His gaze lingered for a moment, then he turned to leave.

The elevator was right across from the door. In his crisp white shirt and black pants, he made even the most basic outfit look incredible.

He stepped into the elevator, dropped his gaze slightly, and right as the doors started to close, his sharp, elegant face disappeared from view.

Lorinda looked at Catherine, a little incredulous. “He really came all the way here just to bring your phone?”

“What else could it be?” Catherine leaned against the entryway, closed the door, and headed back inside.

Alexander White was being an absolute angel, quiet and perfectly content in the new place, no tears or fuss at all.

She settled beside him and switched on her phone. Instantly, it got bombarded—missed calls, messages, everything poured in.

The phone actually froze up for a couple of minutes before it could handle all the notifications.

Catherine scrolled through, checking each one. Most missed calls were from Lorinda and Gavin. Amanda, Adela, and Belinda had called, too.

Almost all the texts were just people asking why she hadn’t replied or picked up. Only Adela’s message stood out, asking her to get in touch after she left the hospital.

Catherine stared at Adela’s message for a few seconds, then locked her phone and tossed it aside.

Honestly, she’d already prepared herself for the possibility that her birth parents might not have any money, that she’d be the one taking care of them, not the other way around.

But as long as they could be together, she didn’t mind. That made the search worthwhile.

After Lance dropped off her phone, it was like he vanished. There were no news updates about his canceled wedding. Belinda was back at SilverLeaf Industries running things, and whether in public or private, Lance was nowhere to be found.

Until one day, Catherine posted a photo of Alexander White on Twitter.

“I’m officially a mom now.”

She sent it out for everyone to see this time.

Within two minutes, her phone lit up with dozens of likes.

She scrolled through the list. The first like was from Lance.

For a moment, she was back in that memory from a year ago—posting a tweet only Lance could see, and less than thirty minutes later, he showed up at her door.