The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 390

Lance still looked tense, the weight of something unsaid hanging between them.

Catherine dropped her gaze. “I get it. I’m sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing? The baby is yours.”

The words barely left Lance’s lips before a sharp ache twisted in his chest. He felt himself bristle, then turned away, striding off without another word.

He heard the quick, light tap of footsteps behind him. Catherine was trying to catch up, taking hurried little steps just to stay close. “Lance…”

“You were driving a company car. If something happened, the company would be on the hook too. That’s the only reason I brought it up.” Lance cut her off, his voice brisk.

Catherine hesitated. “I know. I just…”

“Whatever happens to you, it’s not my business. You don’t have to apologize to me. Just make sure you can live with your own choices.”

He noticed how she struggled to keep up. Without really thinking about it, Lance slowed his pace.

Catherine, slightly out of breath, managed to say, “I left in such a rush, I didn’t bring my phone. Could you help me call a cab? I need to get to the hospital.”

Her car had been towed, Lorinda was unreachable, and she didn’t have a cent on her.

Lance stopped abruptly and turned to look at her.

She stood there in a simple gray cotton dress that hugged her curves. Even now, pregnant, she had a presence that was hard to ignore. The outline of her underwear was just visible through the fabric. Catherine would never have worn something like this out on a normal day, but today she’d barely had time to think.

Lance unfastened his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, wrapping her up in his warmth.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

Catherine felt the heat of the jacket settle around her and caught a whiff of his familiar scent.

At the curb, Lance flagged down a taxi and opened the door. He saw her still standing on the sidewalk and his voice sharpened.

“Get in. What are you waiting for?”

“Coming.” Catherine shook herself out of her thoughts and climbed in. She slid across the seat, just getting settled when Lance ducked in beside her.

“Move over.”

She’d figured he’d ride up front. Quickly, Catherine scooted over to give him space.

Nobody spoke for the rest of the ride, and eventually the driver gave up lecturing too.

When they reached the hospital, Lance paid the fare and they both got out.

“Thanks, Lance. I’ll go ahead.” Catherine tossed out the words quickly and walked straight toward the emergency entrance.

The waiting room was nearly empty. As she stepped inside, she spotted Alexa right away.

“Catherine, you’re here.” Alexa stood up to greet her. “Jasper needs to stay overnight for observation. Lorinda’s already taken him upstairs.”

“Which room?” Catherine asked.

“Top floor. Harrell set it up for us. I’ll be coming by to help look after him for a few days. What about you? Will you be okay on your own?”

Alexa started leading her toward the elevators. They’d barely gone a few steps when Alexa stopped short.

“Isn’t that the guy who helped us earlier? Why is he here too?”

Catherine turned, surprised to see Lance had followed them inside.