The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 343

“What?”

Catherine heard him loud and clear, but her answer came out sharp with disbelief. She was just his subordinate. No matter how much Lance worried, it wasn't like he needed to show up in person.

The consultation room door swung open. A group of doctors in white coats and masks stepped out together.

“Which one of you is Lance’s family?” a doctor asked.

Catherine had meant to stand up but sat right back down at the question.

Harrell pointed at her. “She is.”

“Me?” Catherine shot Harrell a look, then saw his finger aimed directly at her. Instinct took over and she stood, but she quickly corrected him. “I work for him. I’m not family.”

One of the doctors explained, “Lance has a bad case of acclimatization sickness. He’s dehydrated and has a fever. We’ve started him on medication, but it’ll take until at least tomorrow before there’s any improvement.” The fact that Lance was already on medicine after only two days in Eldervale said a lot about how rough he was having it.

“Make sure he drinks bottled water and sticks to easy-to-digest foods for all three meals. If all goes well, he should recover in about two weeks. And don’t let him skip his medication.” The doctor handed Catherine a paper filled with instructions about managing acclimatization sickness.

She glanced down at the sheet, trying to take it all in. The list of dos and don’ts looked endless. “If he heads back to Cabinda in a couple of days, can he stop the medicine then?”

The doctor nodded. “Once he’s back in Cabinda, he can stop taking it, but he still needs to be careful with food for a few days before things go back to normal.”

“Got it.” Catherine nodded. “Thank you, doctor.”

The doctors left, heading home for the night.

As the sun came up, exhaustion finally hit her. She moved to the sofa, curled up, and fell asleep the moment her eyes closed.

The window was open, letting in the distant noise of the city waking up. Lance’s brow furrowed as he slowly came to. He opened his eyes a crack and saw the blank white ceiling overhead.

The sharp smell of disinfectant filled his nose, making him frown even more. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, and memories of calling Catherine the night before drifted back. After that, everything was a blur.

He looked around the room until his eyes landed on the sofa.

Catherine was there, still in the light gray cotton dress and black cardigan she’d thrown on in a rush. She looked gentle and peaceful, her long dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her pale skin nearly glowing in the morning light.

Lance watched her quietly for a few seconds. Then he got out of bed, walked over, and carefully picked her up. He wanted her to be more comfortable, so he carried her over to the bed.