The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 393

“No, it’s fine.”

“Is Lance okay with that?”

Catherine’s answer barely left her lips before Lorinda jumped in with another question.

Harrell looked back.

Lance was leaning against the doorframe, his eyes sharp and unreadable as always.

“Lance, thanks for today. When you leave, could you take Catherine home? Just make sure she gets back safe, otherwise I’ll worry.”

Lance and Lorinda had known about each other for years, but they’d barely exchanged a handful of words. The way Lorinda spoke now, you’d think they were old friends.

Catherine braced herself, half-expecting Lance to ignore Lorinda completely.

“Let’s go,” Lance said, his voice cool and to the point.

Catherine hesitated for a second, biting her lip, then grabbed her things and followed him.

It was late. She was pregnant and didn’t even have her phone on her. She knew what the smart choice was.

When she’d come into the hospital, she’d already given Lance his suit jacket back. Now, heading outside into the chilly night air, he handed it to her again.

“There’s an international video conference tomorrow morning. I need you to take minutes.”

If she got sick, she wouldn’t be able to help with the meeting.

After working for Lance for so long, Catherine could always catch the real meaning behind his words.

She slipped on the jacket, breathing in the faint scent of sandalwood that lingered on it. It used to be mixed with smoke, but that was gone now.

She hadn’t seen Lance smoke in a while. Maybe Adelina didn’t like the smell.

Catherine kept her head down, trailing after him to his car. She let him drive her home without a word.

As Lance’s car pulled away, someone stepped out from the shadows.

“Are you really trying to go down with the ship?” Adelina demanded. “Aren’t you afraid Lance will find out about all the dirty things you’ve done?”

Harrell had already expected this. He pulled out a chair and sat down, completely calm.

“This isn’t about going down together. I’m just done working with you. From now on, we stay out of each other’s way.”

“No! I still need your help!” Adelina shot back, rejecting his decision in a heartbeat.

“I’m not helping.” Harrell’s tone was final. “If you think you can, go to Lance. Tell him whatever you want. If you get rid of me, great, and if I get rid of you, that’s fine too. As long as he’s better off, I don’t care what happens to me.”

Adelina’s throat tightened.

This was her worst nightmare. Harrell was even more stubborn than she was, and he clearly didn’t care about the fallout.

“Harrell, if we don’t help each other, we both lose. Aren’t you worried about ruining your friendship with Lance after all these years?” Her voice softened, trying to reason with him.

“We’re both just trying to do what’s best for Lance…”