The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 320

She spoke to Adelina.

Adelina nodded. Now that Sophia had left, her whole face softened, and she finally seemed at ease.

When she’d come downstairs, she was certain everyone already knew Lance had left the night before. The whole way down, her heart was heavy. To her surprise, no one seemed to have any idea.

Even Belinda’s attitude toward her had done a complete turnaround. It was as if the old resentment from that rumor—the one where she’d almost implicated Lance—had just vanished.

She decided to just go with it. Right then, she actually felt secure, like her spot as Mrs. James was finally safe.

“Don’t worry. I promise, I’ll be more understanding with Sophia from now on.”

Fiona set her chopsticks down and stood up from the table.

“Grandma, are you done eating?” Adelina called out politely.

“I’m not. I just lost my appetite,” Fiona replied, heading straight for the living room without looking back.

Adelina could only mumble, “Oh.”

Belinda leaned over with a gentle smile. “Your grandma’s getting older. Her appetite’s not always reliable. Don’t mind her.” She nudged Adelina’s bowl closer. “Come on, finish up. Once you’re done, take some soup to Lance, okay?”

Adelina nodded, and for the first time all morning, a real smile appeared on her face.

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Adela’s club was the kind of place where wealthy women came to sip coffee, eat dessert, and gossip away an afternoon.

When Catherine arrived, a whole group of perfectly styled women were already sitting under big umbrellas, laughing over tiny cakes and fruit plates.

It was three o’clock, the sunlight was warm but not too hot, just right for lingering outside. Catherine wore a simple black dress and had tied her hair back in a ponytail that fell over her shoulder, making her look fresh and lively.

Neville didn’t go in with her. He stayed by the car, snapped a candid picture of Catherine, sent it off to someone, then slipped his phone back into his pocket and waited in the car.

“Catherine, over here!”

The group’s conversation drifted from family life and their kids to who did what at last week’s Eldervale gala, and which socialite’s latest scandal was still making the rounds.

Catherine could barely get a word in. After a while, she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

She’d never been good at this kind of social scene. During her two years with Lance, she’d never once joined Belinda for any of these high society get-togethers.

The sense of being out of place was suffocating.

She wandered past the restrooms and slipped out to a tiny garden, hoping to catch her breath.

No sooner had she settled onto a wicker chair than she heard footsteps and voices coming from behind a hedge.

“Adela is so fake. She keeps saying she wishes she had a daughter, but everyone knows her family only cares about having sons.”

“I heard her first baby was a girl, and she got rid of her as soon as she was born…”

“Keep your voice down. If that rumor got out, you’d be in serious trouble!”