The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 553

Inside the speeding town car, Belinda pressed her fingers to her brow, visibly worn out.

Suddenly, with a start, she reached into her purse, pulled out her phone, and dialed Aaron.

“Where’s Catherine?”

Aaron didn’t dare hedge. “She’s at One Riverside.”

Without another word, Belinda hung up and instructed the driver, “Take me to One Riverside.”

An hour later, the car stopped in front of One Riverside just as Lance was pulling in. He parked quickly and cut Belinda off before she could reach the front door.

“What now?” Belinda demanded, voice tight with irritation. “How many messes do you plan to create? Are you trying to send me to an early grave?”

Lance shrugged, hands tucked in his pockets as he blocked her way. “If you insist on getting upset, there’s really nothing I can do about it. Something’s come up. Just give me a little more time to sort things out with Catherine.”

“What’s left to sort out?” Belinda shot back. “She’s already had your child. Am I supposed to believe I’d keep her out of the James family at this point?”

Honestly, Belinda thought, anyone joining the James family would be better than Adelina.

“It’s not about whether you’ll allow it,” Lance said, his gaze grave and steady. “It’s about whether—and how—she actually chooses to become part of this family.”

He added, “Please, stay out of it.”

Belinda’s anger flared. “I’m willing to welcome her, and now she gets to decide on her own terms?”

“This isn’t about you,” Lance said, his tone final. “I have a few things to settle with her, but right now, she’s got unfinished business with the Lee family. Ours will have to wait. In the meantime, don’t interfere.”

“Don’t interfere.” The words stoked Belinda’s irritation even further.

“That’s the James family’s first grandson, my own grandchild! He’s almost two months old, and I haven’t even laid eyes on him. Your grandparents still don’t have a clue, and your father plays dumb every time I ask. Tell me, what’s so unreasonable about wanting to see him?”

Lance closed his eyes briefly, rubbing his brow. He could weather her outbursts, but he dreaded it when she tried reasoning with him.

“Come by tomorrow,” he finally conceded. “I’ll let you see the baby. But about him officially being recognized, or telling Dad, Ableson, or Fiona—those things have to wait.”

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