The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 503

“What?” Lorinda’s voice shot up. “Catherine’s background? Did you actually find her parents?”

Gavin shook his head. “Not exactly. But I found out the orphanage director, Amanda, came to Cabinda years ago with a child. From what I’ve gathered, that child was Catherine.”

Lorinda turned to Catherine. “But Amanda said she found you on the mountain near that monastery in Cabinda!”

Catherine’s fingers tightened around the baby carrier, her knuckles white and the veins on her hand popping up.

She took a slow breath, meeting Lorinda’s eyes. “Right now, none of that matters to me.”

“It does matter!” Gavin said, watching her through the rearview mirror. “Amanda’s from Eldervale. That means you’re likely from Eldervale, too.”

Lorinda looked back at Gavin. “Can you keep digging into it?”

The more eager Lorinda was, the quieter Catherine became.

Gavin hesitated. “Catherine, do you want me to look into it or not?”

“Look into it,” Lorinda said before Catherine could answer. She turned to Catherine, her tone a mixture of encouragement and hope. “Let’s find out the truth. After that, you can decide if you want to meet them or not. Maybe your parents have been searching for you all these years, you know?”

Catherine’s brows drew together. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t shake that uneasy frown.

“What if things aren’t like we imagine?”

Lorinda shrugged. “Then we just act like they don’t exist. You don’t owe them anything. You need to be ready for the worst. Maybe they abandoned you. Maybe that’s why you haven’t been ready to look. It’s scary. But really, if that’s how it turns out, we just go back to the way things are now. That’s okay, isn’t it? But what if the opposite is true? What if they’ve been looking for you all this time? Twenty years is a long time to miss your child… Can you imagine how many nights they might’ve cried over you?”

Before, Catherine hadn’t known what it was like to be a mother or to lose a child.

Now she had Alexander White.

The idea that maybe she really was the missing child, that her parents had been desperate to find her—it made her heart soften, piece by piece.

“I’ll keep checking on my end,” Gavin said, “but honestly, the fastest way is to just ask Amanda directly.”

Gavin could see Catherine’s attitude shifting. She was no longer shutting down the conversation.

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