The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 322

“Why not look for them? Are you mad at them for losing you?”

Catherine froze for a moment. The lights in the room suddenly seemed brighter as the aesthetician walked back in. Adela snapped out of her thoughts, forcing a small smile.

“Sorry, it’s just… I’ve been supporting a charity for years, the kind that helps find missing kids and brings them home. Every time I see those parents, how heartbroken they are, I can’t help but feel anxious for them. So I thought, maybe your parents feel the same way. Maybe they’re worried sick about you.”

“That’s really kind of you, Adela.”

Catherine remembered overhearing someone say Adela had abandoned a daughter. She wasn’t sure if it was true, but right now, Adela seemed genuinely emotional about Catherine’s past.

After a quiet moment, Adela spoke up again.

“It must’ve been tough making it this far in the business world. You’ve worked so hard, haven’t you?”

Catherine smiled lightly. “I got lucky. Had a good boss who looked out for me.”

Honestly, she owed everything to Lance. Without him, she wouldn’t be where she was today.

“That’s good, then. It’s nice, being independent. And family… maybe it’s okay not to look for them.”

Adela lay back down, letting the aesthetician take off her mask.

Catherine sipped her tea, but her phone buzzed. It was a message from Lance. She took the chance to set down her cup and stand up.

“Adela, I have some work to finish up. Thank you for inviting me. Let’s get together another time.”

Adela, her face still covered, just lifted a hand in response.

Catherine picked up her bag and walked out. Her footsteps faded away, and once she was gone, a long sigh drifted through the room.

***

Catherine didn’t check her phone until she got back in her car. When she did, she saw only that Lance had deleted a message he’d sent. She sent back a single question mark.

On the other end, Lance’s phone chimed. He stood by the window, cigarette in hand, then walked over to his desk. He opened the chat and stared at her question mark for a few seconds.

“You don’t have to bring me soup anymore. The cafeteria has everything I need.”

Disappointment crashed over Adelina, swallowing her up.

“Lance, do you regret marrying me? You’re not like you used to be. You’re avoiding me. Are you… are you thinking about Catherine?”

Her voice was shaky and on the verge of tears, filling the whole office.

“Sit down,” Lance said, setting his pen aside and nodding to the chair across from him. “Actually, it’s good you’re here. We need to talk.”

He sounded a little softer, but the sadness was still there.

Adelina’s heart sank. She almost wanted to run away from this conversation.

What did he want to say?