The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 550

“Why did you put your hand in my mouth?” The question was rude, but honestly, if Lance hadn’t moved his hand close, how was she supposed to bite him? In her dream, she'd gone all in—if her teeth had been any sharper, Lance might have lost a finger.

Lance swung his legs off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Catherine got up to follow, glancing over at the first-aid kit, thinking she should patch him up.

“I’m just going to wash it with soap,” he said, not breaking stride.

Catherine’s hand froze on the kit. She almost wished she’d bitten down harder.

Half an hour later, Catherine made her way downstairs with Lanny.

“Catherine, look—this is Lorinda, right?” Alexa hurried over, waving her phone. “Turns out she’s the Lee family’s missing daughter! Imagine that kind of luck.”

The front page of the Eldervale Morning Post was plastered with news of Davis throwing a party tomorrow to introduce his daughter to the public.

There was Lorinda in the magazine photo, holding Jasper, standing between Davis and Latonia. In front of them was her little brother, Owen.

In the background, Geoffrey and Adela stood with stiff faces, looking less than thrilled. There wasn’t a trace of joy for their brother, or any sign that they’d just welcomed home a daughter lost for years.

“Nice choice of photo,” Lance remarked, coffee cup in hand as he passed Catherine.

Catherine set aside the paper. “Did you get an invitation from the Lees?”

“The e-vite is in your inbox,” Lance replied, settling at the dining table. “I can’t make it. You’ll have to go.”

Catherine pulled out her phone and opened her email, pausing as his words sank in.

“You want me to go?”

He nodded. “Take a gift to Davis for me.”

She leaned across the table, meeting his eyes. “Just to be clear—am I bringing them a gift or delivering trouble?” She knew neither Davis nor Latonia would be thrilled to see her.

“Mom.”

Belinda, seated in a chair, shot him an irate look. “I’ll deal with you later!”

Lance strode over to the window. Tall and lean, he blocked out the morning sun, his face now lost in shadow—his expression impossible to read.

Adelina bit down on her lip. With that kind of attitude, it was clear she’d be lucky to ever marry into the James family. All her hopes rested with Belinda; if Belinda still supported the match…

A door clicked open behind them. Dr. Harrell entered with a stack of medical reports in his hand.

“Belinda, Lance, thank you for waiting.” He offered the files to Lance.

Lance raised his chin, signaling Harrell to give them to Belinda instead.

Impatient, Belinda waved him off. “Just say it. What’s her condition?”