The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 52

Catherine leaned over the sink in the restroom, coughing up everything she’d just eaten for dinner. Once her stomach was empty, all that was left were painful dry heaves and a rush of sour bile. She had no idea how long she stayed like that, trembling and hunched, before she felt a warm, steady hand settle on her back, gently patting between her shoulders.

“Are you okay?” Lance’s voice was calm behind her.

She shook her head, her voice coming out shaky. “I’m fine. Really. Lance, you should go. You don’t need to see this.”

Lance handed her a glass of warm water. “Rinse your mouth and clean up. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“There’s really no need.” Catherine took the water, swished it around in her mouth, spat it out, then flushed the toilet. She ripped a couple of paper towels from the dispenser, wiping her face and trying to erase any sign of weakness.

Finally, she turned around to face him.

Her cheeks were blotchy and red, her eyes bright with tears she refused to let fall. She looked exhausted, too fragile to be standing, and something about it made her look heartbreakingly vulnerable.

Lance blocked the doorway, arms folded, his tall frame making it impossible to leave.

“The project with the Green family starts in a few days. Everyone’s going to be busy.”

He was telling her to deal with her health now, so it wouldn’t get in the way later.

Catherine blinked back the tears, her vision blurry. Even so, she could tell Lance’s face was as unreadable as ever. He didn’t look concerned—he just looked like he was checking off a box.

She tried to smile, but it barely reached her lips. “Don’t worry, Lance. I won’t let it get in the way of work.”

Technically, the SilverLeaf and Green family deal wasn’t that crucial—at least not enough for Lance to get involved personally. But because it was the Green family, he was managing every detail himself.

Catherine lowered her gaze, her flushed face still holding onto a trace of stubbornness. It was a look that always seemed to annoy him.

“You once told me that health problems aren’t something you can control,” Lance said quietly.

She caught her breath for a second. She couldn’t believe he remembered her saying that. She’d only said it because Lance constantly missed meals and worked late, and she’d been worried about him.

“The meeting’s canceled. I’ll take you to the hospital,” Lance insisted, not giving her a chance to argue.

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