The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 556

Catherine couldn't help but laugh. “If I really sold him, would you stick by his side, or would you make a run for it?”

Owen stood up and puffed out his chest, all bravado. “Of course I’d protect my nephew! Even if we both got sold, I wouldn’t let you take him away all alone!”

“That’s awfully silly of you,” Catherine teased. “If I ever did sell you two, I’d be sure to send you to different places. You’d better memorize my face so you know who to run home and tell on.”

Owen stared at her, stunned.

Just then, the lounge door opened. Catherine turned to see Davis step into the room.

Owen bolted over and clung to Davis’s hand. “Dad! She’s going to sell Jasper!”

“She’s not,” Davis reassured him. “Go find your mom and your sister—I’ll take care of this.” He gave Owen’s shoulder a gentle pat, then gestured for a bodyguard to lead him away.

Finally, Davis turned to the maid. “Take Jasper downstairs.”

The maid crossed over to Catherine, but the moment she reached for Jasper, he spun around and threw his arms tight around Catherine’s neck.

“Mama! Mama!” He called out, his words garbled but desperate.

Catherine smoothed Jasper’s back and said gently, “Let him stay.”

The maid looked to Davis, who nodded. With a silent bow, the maid left them alone.

“Catherine, none of us want you here,” Davis said, his words blunt. “Today is a special day for Lorinda coming home. I don’t want you spoiling it.”

Latonia hadn’t realized Catherine was here yet. If she found out, all her happiness would vanish.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Lee,” Catherine said, nodding toward the gift box on the sofa. “I’m just passing along a congratulatory gift from Lance.”

The light faded from Catherine’s eyes as she looked down at Jasper. He had eight tiny teeth now, all visible when he flashed a smile—a heart-melting sight. But as soon as he sensed her sadness, his own smile faded.

Jasper pointed toward the hallway again, eager for his mother. He wriggled, making Catherine take a step or two toward the door.

Davis reached his arms out. “Come on, let Grandpa take you to see Mommy.”

Jasper immediately pulled his hands back and shook his head. “No.”

He clung even tighter to Catherine, refusing to let go.

He was nearly a year old, able to blurt out a few solitary words, but he understood so much more. He knew exactly who he felt closest to—he’d spent nearly every day of his young life with Lorinda and, by extension, Catherine.

“Please leave, Catherine.” Davis’s voice took on a note of finality as he moved to take Jasper himself, making it clear she was being dismissed.