The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 445

Lance swallowed hard and said, “No.”

Harrell’s reply was calm and flat. “Alright, then. I’ve already had plenty to drink. I’m heading to bed.”

“You sound like you could use another,” Lance said, his voice casual. “Pour yourself one more. I’ll come over.”

Harrell didn’t know what to say.

“If you really want to know, I could just tell you over the phone,” Harrell offered.

“I don’t want to know.” Lance’s tone was so certain, like all he wanted was a drink to ease the restless summer night in Eldervale.

The hospital had set Harrell up in a big apartment downtown. When Lance arrived, Harrell had left the door open for him, obviously expecting him.

Lance came in, carrying two bottles of strong vodka and a bottle of red wine.

“Are you trying to get me wasted tonight?” Harrell asked, taking the bottles and opening one. “I have work in the morning. I’m only having one glass.”

Lance made a low sound in his nose, then dropped onto the couch and took the glass Harrell handed him.

They’d shared quiet drinks like this countless times before. Still, tonight felt different. Harrell could see Lance had something on his mind, something he wanted to say but couldn’t quite get out.

Pretending not to notice, Harrell took little sips, made small talk about work, and reminisced about the old days.

By one in the morning, Harrell set down his empty glass and stood up. “You’ve had enough. Don’t bother leaving tonight. Get some rest.” He started toward the bedroom.

“Aren’t you going to tell me about Gavin?” Lance asked from the couch, his long legs drawn up, trying to look relaxed but not quite pulling it off.

Harrell gave a quiet laugh and came back to sit down. “Gavin asked me when exactly Catherine got pregnant. He wanted to know the timing.”

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