“Lorinda, you and Hanson mean everything to your father and me. You’re the one thing in this world we can’t afford to lose. We could give up anything, but we’ll never risk you. Never.”
Lorinda didn’t let her finish. “Even if we don’t go after revenge, we at least deserve to know what happened back then. You’ve always kept to yourselves, never bothering anyone. So why did they target us? If we don’t get answers, I’m not leaving.”
Latonia’s face went pale with worry.
Davis set his chopsticks down, every bit of his seriousness plain on his face. “If you need the truth... I’ll look into it myself.”
“Alright.” Lorinda nodded. “And when you said Catherine would end up back with the Lee family sooner or later, what did you mean?”
Davis checked the time on his watch. “I’d say someone’s already on their way to deal with her as we speak.”
Lorinda’s expression turned cold.
“Let’s not bring her up. Just eat.” At the mention of Catherine, Latonia’s mood soured even more.
Lorinda pushed her chair back. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
She locked the door once inside, then pulled out her phone and dialed Gavin.
No matter how many times she called, she couldn’t get through.
Her chest tight with frustration, she typed out a quick message to Lance.
Save Catherine and the baby. If you don’t, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.
***
Belinda was arriving in Eldervale tomorrow. Making sure Lance wouldn’t notice, she called Aaron.
“I honestly thought you weren’t going to pick up,” she said.
Cold sweat beaded on Aaron’s forehead. “You’re kidding, right, Belinda?”
There was no way he’d dare ignore her call. Even if he escaped tonight, there was no avoiding her in person tomorrow.
“Lance...” Aaron’s face turned ghostly pale.
Lance’s jaw was clenched, his features tense and sharp. “So that’s all you have to say, huh?”
Aaron felt his teeth chatter.
If Catherine really had been at that hotel that night, if something had happened, everything suddenly fit together. Even that gut feeling that’d been eating him alive finally made sense.
A message chimed.
Lance checked his phone, eyes narrowing as he read it. He didn’t say a word, just turned and strode off.
“Lance, where are you going?”
Panic rising, Aaron hurried after him. “There’s no proof, I swear! Please—don’t do anything crazy!”

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