That afternoon, the two of them took Jasper out for a walk and didn’t get back until just before dinner.
At the dinner table, Catherine, who’d been stewing all afternoon, finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. She turned to Lorinda and asked, “Are you hiding something from me?”
Lorinda’s hand shook so hard that her chopsticks slipped and hit the bowl, the sharp clink echoing around the table.
“Come on, spill. What did you do?” Catherine crossed her arms, her face turning serious.
She was never good at keeping secrets. She still hadn’t figured out how to tell Lorinda about Amanda. If Lorinda ever found out that Patty wasn’t actually sick, she’d probably storm into the orphanage and take Amanda down herself.
Usually, whenever Catherine tried to keep something from Lorinda, she’d get caught in an instant. But today, Lorinda hadn’t noticed a thing. She didn’t even mention Patty being sick or the medical bills. Catherine’s gut told her something was up with Lorinda, maybe even more than with herself.
“What could I possibly be hiding from you?” Lorinda muttered, practically burying her face in her bowl.
Catherine’s eyebrows drew together. “Just tell me, does this have something to do with Patty’s illness? Did you find out something too?”
Lorinda finally put her chopsticks down and let out a sigh, “I just wanted to say, don’t worry about Patty’s medical bills. I have money. You should save yours for the baby.”
But Catherine wasn’t buying it. “Where did you get the money?” She knew Lorinda’s bank account almost as well as her own. For two hundred thousand, Lorinda only ever had half that much, tops.
“I borrowed it,” Lorinda mumbled after a long pause.
Something clicked in Catherine’s mind. “Don’t tell me you borrowed it from that big-shot fan from last night?”
Lorinda looked up at her, eyes wide in shock. The look screamed, How did you find out?
Catherine’s vision went blurry for a second. She slumped against the chair, needing a moment to steady herself.
Lorinda had already sent the money last night, but Amanda was still asking her for more this morning.
“It’s fine. Just give me two months and I’ll pay it all back. You still have some savings, use that for the baby. I can earn more later…” Lorinda saw how pale Catherine looked and came over to gently pat her back. “Really, don’t stress. That guy is a good person.”
“You need to get that money back, right now. Patty was never sick. Amanda’s been lying to us. She’s just scared we’ll stop supporting the orphanage once we leave,” Catherine said, her voice tight with frustration.
Lorinda stared at her for a few seconds, eyes going wide and then narrowing again, and finally burst out, “Are you kidding me?”
“I gave Amanda three days to return all the money and get Patty back in school. If she doesn’t, I’m calling the police,” Catherine said, her tone urgent. “This whole thing about Patty being sick is a lie. You borrowed money for nothing. If anyone finds out, it’s over for you. Go get that money back and return it right away.”

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