The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 538

Her grip tightened on the doorknob. She took two measured steps back, subtly positioning herself to block the hallway that led to the nursery.

“I suppose spending all that time with Lance has given you ideas above your station,” Geoffrey said, emerging from the living room to stand directly in front of her. “But now that you’ve switched over to Golden Horizon Enterprises, you’re in over your head. Gavin doesn’t hold a candle to Lance—in skill or integrity. By picking the wrong side and slapping Lance in the face, you’ve alienated SilverLeaf Industries. Trust me, Golden Horizon will toss you aside to patch things up with the James family. And when that happens, no one will shield you. The James family will crush you.”

From a business point of view, he wasn’t wrong.

“W-what?” Adela gasped, her face stricken with panic. “No! You have to come home with me. Even if the James family is angry, I won’t let them push you around!” As she spoke, she hurried to Catherine’s side and grabbed her arm. “Come on—let’s go home, sweetheart.”

Before Catherine could pull away, Geoffrey seized her other arm. “Help Catherine pack up her things!” he barked to the bodyguards.

A wave of suited men streamed in, crowding the small foyer, jostling Catherine between them as they steered her out the door.

From inside, Alexa’s voice rang out, tense and incredulous. “What are you doing? Are you really trying to kidnap this child in broad daylight?”

A piercing wail cut through the noise as Lanny’s cries filled the hallway.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Alexa yelled. “He’s barely a month old—don’t you dare handle him so roughly! Give him to me—now!” Her voice was tight with anxiety, cutting through the chaos.

Catherine’s heart twisted painfully. She shoved Adela aside, forcing her way back toward the room.

Caught off-guard, Adela stumbled, banging into the wall and momentarily blocking Geoffrey. Neither of them had really used much force restraining Catherine; in the confusion, she managed to slip free.

But once she rounded the corner, she found herself facing a wall of bodyguards—impeccably dressed and thoroughly unyielding. There was no way she’d break through them.

“Catherine, don’t make this ugly,” the lead bodyguard said, moving to block her path, putting himself squarely between her and her son.

The bodyguard holding Lanny was clearly awkward, the baby wobbling precariously in his arms.

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