The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 350

She looked upset, her expression tight and distant.

He guessed she probably thought he was being a pain.

Lance frowned and muttered, “Wouldn’t want to be a burden to Catherine.” He lingered on the word “burden,” making his meaning obvious.

Lance almost never got sick. In all the years Catherine had known him, she could count the times he'd fallen ill on one hand. A fever? That was basically unheard of.

He always seemed so stubborn, as if he was fighting with her, or maybe just fighting himself.

Catherine sighed and said, “If you keep letting your fever run, you might end up with brain damage.”

Lance shot her a look. The way she said it, she might as well have been calling him brainless already.

“Go get Harrell,” he said.

“If Harrell comes, I…” Catherine almost finished her sentence but caught herself. “I’m already here. Let’s not bother Harrell.”

Lance was sharp. He definitely knew what she’d almost said.

“You took too much of that medicine. That could be seriously dangerous. You should go to the ER and get checked out,” she insisted.

She didn’t wait for him to agree. Instead, she called Aaron and arranged for a doctor right away.

It was the middle of the night and now everyone in Cabinda and Eldervale was running around in a panic because of Lance.

Catherine figured maybe Lance was actually scared of dying, because he finally stopped arguing and let her take him to the hospital.

It was just like the night before, except this time only one top specialist was on call for him.

“Good thing he took the wrong amount of the wrong medicine,” the doctor said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “He was supposed to take two pills, but he only took one. If he’d done it right… things could have turned out much worse.”

If anything serious had happened, the doctor knew the entire hospital would have been in trouble.

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