The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 220

Harrell always struck her as sharp. Last time, Catherine was pretty sure he had already guessed she was there to transfer her medical records. After that, she ended up with Patti, only to wind up right back in Harrell’s office. Catherine figured it out—Harrell probably knew about the pregnancy. Lance, on the other hand, was still in the dark.

“Thank you, Harrell.”

“No need to thank me. It’s just part of my job.” Harrell gave her a quick smile.

Catherine went downstairs for the tests. She waited around for what felt like forever, maybe an hour or two, until the results were ready. When she finally had the report in her hands, she headed back upstairs.

By then, Harrell looked about ready to call it a day. He was with his last patient. Catherine waited outside, fidgeting a little until the door opened and the person left. She stepped in.

“Harrell.” She handed him the test results.

He glanced through the pages, his brow slowly knitting together. “Catherine, your results aren’t great. There’s a high-risk factor here. We need to do some more tests.”

Up until now, all her checkups had been fine. The baby was a little small, but otherwise, everything had been smooth sailing. This sudden bit of bad news hit her like a slap.

“What… what does that mean?”

Harrell leaned forward, his tone calm. “Try not to worry yet. It just means something came up that needs a closer look. It doesn’t always mean something is wrong.”

“If there’s a problem, what kind of problem are we talking about?” Catherine felt her chest tighten, breath catching like her heart was being squeezed.

She’d seen the kids at the orphanage, the ones with physical challenges or intellectual disabilities. It always broke her heart. She couldn’t even imagine her own child in that situation. This baby was everything she’d waited for—the only person in the world who shared her blood.

“It looks like there might be a chromosomal issue,” Harrell said gently. “If we don’t run more tests, there’s a chance the baby could have cerebral palsy, Down’s syndrome…”

He trailed off as Catherine’s face went pale, the color draining until she looked almost translucent.

“Don’t worry. We’ll just do some more tests,” Lorinda said, squeezing her arm. Her voice was steady, but her eyes were a little red.

“Okay,” Catherine croaked out, her voice rough.

“Come on. Let’s get the tests done, then afterward, I’ll take you out for something good to eat.” Lorinda linked their arms and stood, pulling Catherine up with her. “You and Lance are both young and healthy. There’s no reason to panic.”

Her words were like a quiet warmth, slowly chasing away the cold in Catherine’s chest. Bit by bit, she started to feel steadier.

They walked together back toward Harrell’s office to set up more testing. Just as they stepped off the elevator, Catherine saw him—Lance—leaning in the corner of the smoking area.

He had a cigarette between his fingers, his jaw set, brow furrowed, his whole face looking serious in a way she’d never seen before.