Catherine’s restless thoughts slowly faded, leaving her calmer and relaxed. Drowsiness crept in, and before she knew it, she’d drifted off to sleep.
In the quiet room, Lanny’s gentle breathing mingled with Catherine’s, forming a soft, peaceful rhythm.
Lance’s eyelids fluttered. He cracked open his deep-set eyes and shifted his gaze toward the bed. Catherine’s dark hair spilled across the pillow, her fair skin tinged with a natural pink flush. Every subtle curve of her figure sculpted inviting slopes beneath the sheets.
Suddenly, Lanny gave a little shiver, curling up his arms and legs, then stretched out with a sleepy, muffled whimper. Without even opening her eyes, Catherine instinctively reached over, gathered Lanny against her side, and gently patted his small shoulder. Cradled and comforted, Lanny soon quieted and fell back asleep. Catherine’s hand relaxed and came to rest.
Lance reached over, quietly grabbed his phone, and took a few pictures of the cozy scene. He sent them off to Belinda. The phone was set to silent, but Belinda replied within seconds:
[Send me more.]
Lance turned off the phone, tucked it under his pillow, and fell quietly into watching the two sleeping beside him.
By three in the afternoon, news had broken everywhere: Catherine was the Lee family’s missing daughter, yet she refused to acknowledge them. Geoffrey had finally found his angle and fed the story to the media.
Rumors and debate exploded across every platform. Catherine—already someone the wealthy set kept an eye on, even though she was never truly one of them—was now flung into the spotlight. Geoffrey, still wary of angering Lance, stuck to a rehearsed line: after more than two decades apart, he claimed, there was simply no bond left between father and daughter.
The more dramatic talk, that Catherine was being manipulated or forced to stay away, stayed mostly behind closed doors—mainly as a weapon for pressuring her. Online, all blame landed on Catherine; commentators called her unfeeling, heartless, and cold.
Within their privileged world, everyone knew what the Lee family was really like. But the wider public had no clue, and the internet unleashed a flood of condemnation against Catherine.
When Catherine finally woke, the bed beside her was empty. She lay there a while, idly scrolling through the headlines and comment threads on her phone, stunned by the outrageous things she read but unable to tear her eyes away. It wasn’t until Lanny stirred awake that she finally put down her phone, changed his diaper, and carried him downstairs.
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