The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 425

“And if he does want the baby, are you going to take responsibility?” Lorinda raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with skepticism.

Harrell flinched. He almost reached for his phone, ready to hit record, but Lorinda was already moving on. “Forget it. Just answer me this—do you know if Catherine’s having a boy or a girl?”

Harrell hesitated, glanced at her, then looked away. “Can’t say.”

“Ugh, Harrell, you’re impossible,” Lorinda muttered, grabbing the ultrasound report and heading out.

Meanwhile, Catherine finished her blood test and was getting ready for work. She called Lorinda, telling her to just go home. Of course, Lorinda didn’t listen. She parked right outside the office, waiting for Catherine.

“Lance turned down my resignation. I have to check what’s going on,” Catherine said, leaning down at the car window, not getting in. She looked like she expected this to take forever.

“Come on, get in, I have something to tell you,” Lorinda insisted, giving her a look.

Finally, Catherine opened the door and slid in. “What? Did you get Harrell to spill if it’s a boy or a girl?”

Lorinda hit the gas, merging into traffic. “Do you even want to know?”

Back when Lorinda was pregnant, she’d done everything short of bribery to find out the sex. But Catherine hadn’t been all that curious about her own baby. Lorinda had just assumed she didn’t care.

“You should have said something earlier! I’d have begged Harrell for you if you wanted.”

Catherine shook her head. “No need. I’m really not dying to know. I just wanted to hear what you wanted to talk about.”

Lorinda shot her a look, eyebrows raised, barely containing her excitement. “Okay, so Harrell just said he knows you’re pregnant with Lance’s kid. And, knowing Lance, if you tell him the truth, he might not even want this baby. What if, after you come clean, he just marries Adelina like he planned and throws you a mountain of child support?”

Even a tiny bit of Lance’s money would be enough for Catherine and her child to live comfortably forever. That kind of money, to people like them, was life-changing.

Catherine’s breath caught. She went quiet for a few seconds. “So tell me, how exactly does Harrell know whether this baby is Lance’s?”

“I… I didn’t say anything!” Lorinda stammered, her hands tightening on the steering wheel. “I swear, it wasn’t me!”

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