The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 494

But this was how things were.

For the next couple of days, Lance barely left the hospital. He set up his entire office right there. From her room, Catherine could see at least a dozen men in suits posted outside. They were bodyguards—so many that it was impossible to pretend nothing was wrong. Something big was up. Lance wasn’t letting anything slip past them, but he was also keeping her in the dark.

Everything might have seemed calm, but Catherine could feel undercurrents of trouble everywhere. She never expected anyone but Lance to make her feel so on edge, and even now, she couldn’t figure out exactly why. Sometimes she caught whispers and the sound of chaos outside—people trying to force their way in, only to be stopped by the bodyguards. Lance never bothered to check. He just seemed to know what was happening before anyone else did.

When Catherine couldn’t help but stare at the door, Lance glanced over and said, “Don’t worry. It’s not Lorinda.”

She wanted to press him for answers, but Lance always looked preoccupied, like he had a thousand worries weighing him down. Maybe it was because he’d had to cancel his wedding with Belinda. Most of the time, he buried himself in work, only taking a break to remind her to move around a little to help her recovery. They hardly talked anymore.

Eventually, Catherine stopped asking questions. She just waited, trying to stay patient.

Lorinda, on the other hand, was the total opposite. She couldn’t handle not knowing what was going on or being kept away. After ten days of not seeing Catherine, she was about ready to tear the roof off her own house. She decided to bug Harrell instead, sending him non-stop messages, supposedly to check up on his injuries.

“If you’ve got something to say, just spit it out,” Harrell finally texted her. He was clearly getting tired of all the forced small talk.

Lorinda replied, “Harrell, I’m just worried about you.”

He shot back, “I don’t need you to say you’re worried.”

That was all the encouragement Lorinda needed. She grabbed her bag and headed straight to the hospital.

Less than an hour later, she showed up at Harrell’s room, her arms loaded down with stuff—a big bouquet, a fancy fruit basket, and bone broth from a five-star hotel, stashed in a shiny thermos.

“Harrell, you’re Jasper’s doctor, and we’re both from Cabinda. It just makes sense for me to visit you while you’re in the hospital, right?” Lorinda said, juggling everything as she pushed through the door.

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