The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 304

The Lane family saw Harrell as nothing but a stain on their name. Everyone in their elite circle avoided him, pretending he didn’t exist. Everyone except Lance. No matter what, Lance had always stood by him, ever since they were kids.

“Is there anything else?” Lance asked.

Adelina pressed her lips together. “My dad worked really hard to keep that story quiet.”

“Next time, don’t bother. I’m not ashamed of anything.” Lance’s reply was cool, almost dismissive.

Adelina’s voice sharpened. “Aren’t you even worried about Harrell—”

“Adelina.” Lance’s tone dropped, colder than before. “You shouldn’t be saying that.”

She froze. They’d all grown up together, her, Lance, and Harrell. The silence stretched between them. After a few seconds, Lance hung up.

The dial tone echoed in her ear. Adelina’s face paled, and she flung her phone onto the bed.

Sarah stepped into the room, worry etched across her face. “What happened? Did he say no?”

“He said he’s busy with work.” Adelina had lost count of how many times she’d heard that excuse.

Sarah hesitated, then let out a heavy sigh. “SilverLeaf Industries is always swamped. But now that Catherine’s out of the picture, there’s nothing stopping you two from getting married. You—”

Adelina cut her off. “There’s still Harrell.”

She lifted her head, her eyes shining with frustration. “Last night, Lance went out drinking with him. They didn’t leave the bar until after midnight. My friend saw them and took pictures. Here, look.”

She grabbed her phone, scrolled to the photo, and shoved it at Sarah.

Sarah’s lips twisted in exasperation. “What, do you think Harrell’s gay, like his dad? You’ve known him for so long. Don’t you know?”

She felt herself shrinking under his glare, but she refused to back down. “No, you’re the one who’s forgotten what I said. You make me sick, Harrell. Just thinking about you—”

Before she could get the words out, Harrell pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The faint beeping filled the room.

Adelina lowered her voice, suddenly anxious. “What are you doing? Who are you calling?”

“Speak.”

The call connected. Lance’s voice came through, clear as day. Adelina fell silent.

“Adelina’s last test results had some issues,” Harrell said into the phone. “I think you should have another doctor give her a full checkup. If you need a specialist, I can help. I’m heading to your place now so we can talk.”

With that, he grabbed his jacket and walked out, not looking back.