The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 198

Lance was still sitting on the sofa, not moving an inch. Fiona shot him a sharp look.

“It’s fine.”

Catherine had already come in and set the fruit basket down on the bedside table.

“I thought you said he’d be out of the hospital in a few days?”

It had been several days already, yet Lance was still having his luggage sent over. Clearly, he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

Ableson and Fiona both turned on Lance, their annoyance obvious.

“His health stats aren’t up to standard. He can’t be discharged yet,” Lance replied, his tone calm and even.

He’d arranged a full check-up for Ableson, and more than a few numbers had come back high. The doctor recommended he stay for observation, at least another week.

“I know my own body. It’s just the usual stuff. Once I’m home, I’ll mix up some herbal medicine for myself and I’ll be fine,” Ableson insisted, getting impatient.

Fiona patted his chest gently. “Don’t rush. A few more days here won’t hurt. He’s just worried about you.”

“He’s just worried something will happen to me and his wedding will get postponed.” Ableson’s stubbornness came out in full force. “Relax. Even if I’ve only got a sliver of strength left, I’ll hang on until you get married.”

The quiet in the hospital room turned heavy, the tension between grandfather and grandson impossible to miss. Honestly, it was pretty much just Ableson being upset with Lance.

Fiona jumped in, trying to lighten things up. “You’re not just waiting for his wedding. You have to stick around to meet your great-grandkids…”

Catherine joined in too, smiling at Ableson. “Exactly. You need to focus on getting better. Just do what Lance says.”

Ableson gave a grumpy snort, still directing his attitude at Lance.

Lance’s brows drew together, and Catherine couldn’t tell if he was actually mad at Ableson for being stubborn or if something else was bothering him. Either way, his face didn’t look great.

“Grandpa, Grandma, I’m heading back to the office. I’ll come visit again soon,” Catherine said, taking the chance to bow out.

Catherine looked over and saw Amanda peering out the window at her.

“I got the day off last minute, so I thought I’d come see Patty.”

As she spoke, she glanced toward the warehouse again. “Who just went in there?”

Amanda came out of the kitchen, pulling off her apron as she walked up. “Patty needs someone to look after her all the time now, so I hired a helper.”

Sometimes, when things got too busy at the orphanage, Amanda would bring in extra help.

But Catherine thought it was weird. “Why did she run when she saw me?”

“Did she?” Amanda handed her the apron. “She probably just went to the warehouse to grab something. Come help me with the soup in the kitchen.”

Catherine stepped aside. “I’m not the best in the kitchen. You go ahead, I want to check out the warehouse.”