The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 565

“Fire you?” Catherine repeated, surprised. “What did he say to you?”

Alexa let out a sigh. “This morning, Lance suddenly told me to take the whole day off—said I should go out and enjoy myself. Then he told me that someone else would be coming tomorrow to take care of Lanny, and that from now on, I should just focus on looking after you.”

Even though Lance had said she’d be responsible for Catherine’s needs, Alexa couldn’t shake her unease. It felt as if he was finding ways to edge her out.

“Catherine, it’s so rare to find an employer I genuinely get along with. If I’m doing anything wrong, please just tell me. And… could you maybe speak to Lance for me? If I get let go, it’ll make it so much harder to find another job. Most of all, please—I’m begging you—don’t give me a bad reference…”

“You’re the one I hired to look after Lanny,” Catherine reassured her with a warm, steady glance. “No one’s getting rid of you without my permission. Don’t worry, I’ll sort this out. I’m sure it’s all just a misunderstanding. For now, go on with what you were doing.”

Alexa nodded quickly, looking a bit more at ease.

In the living room, Catherine sat across from Lance. “So, who did you get to look after Lanny?”

“Susan,” Lance replied coolly. “Whenever you and I are both out, I’m concerned Alexa will be overwhelmed. Lanny needs round-the-clock attention.”

Catherine’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you tell your grandmother and the rest that we’ve gotten back together?”

Lance caught the reluctance in her question. “No. Susan will keep things confidential.”

“Alright then. But next time you make arrangements like this, talk to me first. Honestly, I don’t think it’s necessary for Susan to come all the way here.” Catherine thought to herself that, with a little one at home, even if she had to step out, she’d never be gone long.

Lance closed his laptop with a snap, his face paling with irritation, brows drawn in disapproval.

Sensing his reaction, Catherine softened. “Thank you,” she said, and rose from her chair. She could only accept his help and offer the courtesy of gratitude.

“I’m meeting a friend,” Lorinda replied breezily.

Latonia hesitated, uncertainty flickering across her face before she leaned in, unable to hold back. “Are you meeting Catherine?”

“No, my friend is just downstairs in the hotel lobby. They’ve been waiting a while and I haven’t even had a chance to say hello yet.” Lorinda looped her arm through her mother’s for reassurance. “I’m not even leaving the hotel, I promise.”

Latonia clearly didn’t buy it. “Catherine was here, wasn’t she? Did she text you? Is she still waiting for you?”

“What?” Lorinda’s smile faded a shade. “Catherine came? You saw her?”

“I didn’t, but your father did,” Latonia replied, her expression taut at the mention of Catherine’s name. “She was here to deliver a gift from Lance. Lorinda, I really wish you wouldn’t spend time with her. Please, listen to me. Let’s just go abroad, leave all this behind—no more contact with Catherine, alright? Wouldn’t that be for the best?”