The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 291

Catherine brushed off the question. “Thanks. We’re square now.”

Lewis nodded.

“Goodbye.” Catherine turned and walked away.

It wasn’t until she slid into the backseat of the taxi that she finally let herself breathe. The tension in her body melted all at once. She sank against the seat, feeling completely drained, her face pale with exhaustion.

An hour later, she and Lorinda reached the front door at almost the same time.

As Catherine stepped out of the car, she wobbled a little. Lorinda hurried over to steady her.

“Your hands are freezing,” Lorinda said, frowning. It was sweltering outside, but Catherine’s skin was icy cold, her face colorless.

Lorinda’s worry deepened. “What happened?”

Catherine closed the taxi door and, after a shaky breath, pulled Lorinda gently toward the house.

The leftover fear made her voice weak. Back inside, Lorinda poured her two glasses of warm water.

It took a few minutes before Catherine could talk, but when she finally did, she told Lorinda everything, every little detail.

Lorinda listened, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Lewis really saved you. If you hadn’t helped him before, you probably wouldn’t have made it out of this one.”

Catherine wiped the sweat from her forehead, her fingers still cold.

She remembered the way Lance had cornered her earlier. The look in his eyes, so dark and cold, reminded her of how he’d acted during the custody battle. It hurt all over again, tearing her heart apart.

“It’s over now,” Lorinda whispered, pulling Catherine into a hug. “Don’t be afraid anymore. This is why I didn’t want to just have Jasper with some random guy. Custody battles are a nightmare. But your pregnancy wasn’t planned, it’s not your fault. Maybe it’s better Lance knows now. He’ll never guess the child is his…”

That made something click for Catherine.

Catherine pulled herself together and followed her in to help.

“Did you give the money back to that fan?” she asked.

Lorinda paused for a second, then kept chopping vegetables. She didn’t turn around. “Yeah, I did. He was nice, looked like he was more than ten years older than me. He said maybe we could get tea again sometime. I said sure, but honestly, there’s no way. We’re leaving soon.”

Yeah, we’re leaving soon. Catherine repeated those words silently to herself.

The next morning, they both headed to the orphanage and handed Amanda the health certificate.

Amanda took the document, glancing at Catherine. “You had someone help with this, right? Was it your boss?”

“That’s not your problem. Just give me the money,” Lorinda replied, stuffing her hands into her pockets, making it clear she wasn’t in the mood to chat.

Amanda stood up, poured each of them a cup of hot water, and sat down across from them.