The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 518

Even with Lorinda doing her best to lighten the mood, dinner felt awkward and tense. The meal itself was a disaster, messy and scattered, everyone just going through the motions.

After they ate, Catherine noticed a little fluid near Lanny’s belly button and used it as an excuse to pull Harrell into the nursery. He followed without a word.

“It’s nothing serious. Just keep it dry,” Harrell reassured her as he checked Lanny’s tummy. “Maybe his skin’s just a bit sensitive, so it’s healing a little slower than usual. Do you have any iodine? I can put some on right now.”

“Yeah, I have some.” Catherine grabbed a cotton swab and a bottle of iodine from the nightstand and handed them to him.

“You’ve already treated it, haven’t you?” Harrell glanced at her, obviously seeing through her excuse for needing his help.

Catherine passed him the cotton swab and took a quiet breath. “Harrell, I need to ask you... The day I had my surgery, did something happen? Did someone break into the operating room?”

Harrell looked at her for a moment. “What do you remember?”

“I’m not even sure if I dreamed it or if it was real,” Catherine admitted, watching Harrell clean Lanny’s belly button with gentle, practised hands. “I just remember someone trying to steal Lanny, and then Lance showed up and took him back from them. It felt real, but…” She trailed off, the memory leaving a faint chill. Was it possible? Apart from Lance, who would have wanted her baby? But Lance didn’t act like anything had happened—he seemed completely in the dark. Maybe it really was just a strange dream.

When Harrell finished, he tossed the used swab, then carefully redressed Lanny and tied up his little shirt. “Catherine, it’s complicated. I honestly don’t know how to explain everything yet. You’ll know everything someday, but I just want you to remember this—Lance is someone you can truly depend on.”

Catherine pressed her lips together, her thoughts tangled and heavy as her chest tightened.

“I get why you’re anxious,” Harrell continued, voice steady and calm. “I won’t get involved in your personal choices, but I need to say it—what you did to yourself was cruel. It wasn’t fair at all.”

His words hit her like a weight. She felt like she was being smothered.

Gavin walked in just then and noticed how pale she looked. He hurried over, concern written all over his face. “Is something wrong? Should we get him checked out at the hospital?”

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