The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 546

Harrell arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

His tone softened—just a hint. Adelina caught the shift and exhaled, relief flickering across her face. She lifted three fingers, swearing solemnly, “I promise—help me through this and I’ll do whatever you ask. If I go back on my word, I’ll pay any price you name—I swear it on my life.”

It was a ruthless oath, so savage and intense it was impossible not to believe.

Harrell’s gaze didn’t waver. “So, what if I told you to keep your distance from Lance?”

Adelina’s eyes flew wide. Gripping the edge of the exam table, she pushed herself upright. “I knew it! You are after Lance! Harrell, have you no shame? Lance isn’t someone you can even dream about. Stop kidding yourself!”

A smirk curled at the corner of Harrell’s mouth, a look that was all mockery and mischief.

Just then, the examination room door swung open and Belinda’s voice floated in. She ended her call and closed the door behind her. “Finished here?”

Adelina, still propped up with clear gel on her belly, scrambled for some tissues to hurriedly wipe herself clean. Her smile was wan, the color drained from her lips. “We’re done, Belinda.”

“Wrap it up. Next exam.” Belinda nodded toward the door as Adelina began to rise.

Adelina moved sluggishly, pulling her clothes back on. Before leaving, she hesitated, sending one last look back at Harrell.

Harrell’s eyes remained on the monitor, his face immovable.

She tried, tentative. “Harrell, is it bad?”

The air in the room turned heavy. Belinda, waiting by the door, shot them both a sharp look.

The silence stretched, until finally Harrell spoke, calm and unhurried. “The results won’t be ready until tomorrow. I can’t say anything yet.”

Was that good news or bad? Adelina’s heart hammered with anxiety, but there was nothing to do but follow Belinda out for the next round of tests.

“I told him I could look after Lanny so you and he could have a peaceful meal, but he insisted he didn’t need me when he’s around. Said that from now on, if he’s home, the baby’s his responsibility.” Alexa looked troubled. “Catherine, with Lance here, you don’t really need my help. Please, tell me if you want me to go. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

Flustered, Catherine shook her head. “No, nothing like that. He was probably just being casual. Lance is always busy with work—he’s hardly home most days.”

“Is that so?” Alexa still didn’t look convinced, but Catherine’s answer put an end to the matter. “Never mind, then. Go eat before your breakfast gets cold.”

Catherine nodded and headed into the dining room.

No sooner had she sat down than someone placed a copy of the Eldervale Morning Post in front of her.

The headline screamed across the front page: Davis made a dramatic public announcement recognizing his long-lost daughter. Lorinda was officially being welcomed back into the family. Today, Davis would take her to the Lee family estate to honor their ancestors and affirm her status.

The article went on to note Davis’s pointed statement: he was convinced someone had orchestrated his daughter’s disappearance all those years ago, and he fully intended to get to the bottom of it.