“I see.” Harrell tapped his phone a couple more times.
Before he could set it down, the hospital room door swung open.
Lance walked in, heading straight for Harrell. Without a word, he took the phone, quickly thumbing through unread messages and missed calls while moving toward the sofa.
Nearly all the messages were from the James family.
Right before the wedding was supposed to start, both Abelson and Fiona had sent warnings. Since he’d made up his mind to get married, he’d better not pull any tricks now. Belinda’s message was even more direct—she flat-out ordered him to come home.
But when the wedding got called off, the James family went silent. That’s when the company’s shareholders started blowing up his phone, demanding answers.
Lance skimmed through the flood, replied to a handful of people, ignored the rest, and tossed the phone aside so he could bury himself in work again.
“Lance, about Catherine…” Aaron started.
“The maternity nurse is back,” Lance said coolly.
Aaron just nodded, leaving it at that.
“Oh, right.” Lance glanced up at Harrell. “Didn’t you say you’d sent me a message?”
Harrell blinked, a little sheepishly. “I just realized the signal was terrible. It never actually went through.”
He pointed to the phone sitting by the bed. “That’s Catherine’s phone. I just charged it. It kept ringing non-stop, which was driving me nuts, so I put it on silent. Maybe you should take it to her when you get a second.”
As he spoke, the screen lit up again with an incoming call.
Harrell checked who it was, then looked over at Lance.
“It’s Gavin. Since her phone turned on, he’s been calling so often it’s like he’s trying to keep up with her heartbeat. He must be freaking out. Maybe you should just pick up?”
Lance set down the files, walked over to grab the phone, then went right back to his paperwork.
“Leave it,” he said, not even looking up.
There was no reason to pick up. Nothing he wanted to say to Gavin.

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