The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 244

At the traffic light, Catherine hesitated before speaking. “You could accept my resignation just like that, if you wanted to.”

They still had nearly an hour left in the car on the way to Lance’s office. Plenty of time to talk things through. When they got divorced, it hadn’t even been this drawn out.

“So, you really want to leave.”

Lance sounded calm, but Catherine could hear the edge under his words. She nodded, watching the mess of pedestrians weaving across the crosswalk. When the light turned green, she pressed the gas and the cars finally started moving again.

Even as the road cleared, Lance stayed silent. He didn’t say a word, not until Catherine pulled into the underground parking lot at SilverLeaf Industries and parked in his reserved spot.

Lance reached for the door, but when he tried to open it, nothing happened. He frowned and looked over at Catherine.

“Lance, you haven’t answered me,” she said, keeping the doors locked. It was gutsy, maybe even a little reckless, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d basically trapped him in the car.

His frown deepened. “What if I say no?”

“I really don’t think I should stay,” she replied. “And you don’t want Adelina to go through all that hurt again, do you?”

She wasn’t above reminding him of the drama that would follow if she stayed. If she didn’t leave, Adelina would just keep stirring things up, and everyone would end up miserable.

Lance let out a short, dry laugh and leaned back against the seat. “So what, Catherine? If I don’t agree, are you planning to keep me locked in here forever?”

She shook her head. “Of course not. I’ll just keep trying to convince you.”

If she couldn’t talk him into it, she’d just keep going. Otherwise, he’d have to get comfortable in the car. Really, it wasn’t much different from holding him hostage until he gave in.

There were always branch offices in other places that needed a general manager.

Lance looked up at her, irritated by how certain she sounded.

“Does the company have your last name?”

Catherine shook her head and slid the transfer letter back to him. “I don’t control what happens with the company, but I control myself. My last name is White.”

She could make her own choices. If Lance wouldn’t let her go, she’d keep pushing. He could block her resignation all he wanted, but eventually, things would just get worse. He didn’t have a good reason or any real authority to force someone to stay. He hadn’t even fought for their marriage—why should quitting a job matter more?

Still, Lance was surprised to realize that, deep down, he just didn’t want Catherine to leave.