The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 577

Lance was visibly tense.

Catherine picked up on his sour mood and softened her own tone. “I just don’t see the point in all this back-and-forth.”

He answered after a long, humming pause. “Exactly.”

She glanced over, puzzled, but he just kept his gaze fixed on the rain-spattered window, offering no explanation.

They waited another fifteen minutes until the rain eased. Only then did Catherine put the car in gear and drive the rest of the way home. By the time they got in, it was nearly noon.

She pulled straight into the garage. Without a word, they entered through the back door, both heading first to the washroom to wash up, then making their way toward Lanny.

Lance was a step ahead. He reached Alexa first and gently lifted Lanny from her arms.

“Lance, you’re back?” Susan called, emerging from the kitchen. “Catherine heard you were coming home, so she had me make your favorite—steamed ribs with taro. Lunch is almost ready, so you two can relax until everything’s set out.”

Catherine, still empty-armed, trailed behind Lance, looking for a chance to hold Lanny herself. When she caught Susan’s comment, she frowned slightly. Had she ever actually asked Susan to make steamed ribs? She didn’t recall.

Lance’s long fingers clasped around Lanny’s tiny hand, the sternness in his face unknowingly melting away. “Thanks, Susan.”

He steered toward the dining room with Lanny and took a seat.

Catherine let the oddity pass without correction and sat beside him. “Give Lanny to me, will you?”

“I’ll handle it.”

He settled Lanny in the stroller and wheeled it close to his own chair.

It unnerved Catherine, the way Lance handled Lanny. Sometimes he treated the baby as if he were his own flesh and blood—so attentive, so gentle—yet just as often he’d toss a pointed remark her way, keeping clear boundaries between them.

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