The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 590

They couldn't bear to truly scold her; all they managed were a few gentle words of admonishment. Lorinda had no defense, but was grateful for the outcome: her parents believed Harrell was Jasper’s father.

Sitting together in the living room, Latonia glanced at Jasper and, out of nowhere, remarked, “You know, Jasper really does look a lot like Harrell.”

The comment sent a jolt through Lorinda, and she instinctively looked over at her son. Was it just her imagination, or did Jasper’s eyes and brow really have that same look as Harrell’s? Shaking the thought, she forced a smile and echoed Latonia, “Well, he’s his father’s son—of course there’s a resemblance! But don’t you think he also looks a bit like me? Look—” She scooped Jasper onto her lap, pressing her cheek next to his for effect.

Davis and Latonia gave mother and son a thorough look but ended up shaking their heads at the same time. “He really does look more like Harrell.”

Lorinda was left at a loss for words.

At One Riverside, no sooner had Catherine stepped out than Lance shot a text to Harrell: How long will you be?

Harrell’s reply came promptly: At least two hours.

Just thirty minutes later, Belinda arrived.

“Belinda, look—doesn’t Lanny look just like Lance did when he was little?” Susan said with a bright grin, handing Belinda a cup of herbal tea.

Belinda cradled Lanny, her face blossoming with delight. She’d already set aside her bracelet, watch, and rings on the coffee table so she could hold the baby without risking a scratch.

“He really does,” Belinda beamed. “Then again, when Lance was little, he was the spitting image of his father—and as he grew, he turned out even more handsome. So I bet Lanny will grow up to eclipse his dad too.”

Susan nodded eagerly. “Oh, I agree—every generation gets better! That’s how it should be.”

Alexa came in with a platter of fruit, catching bits of the conversation. Her gaze flicked between Belinda and Lance—so, they were mother and son? That made Belinda Lanny’s grandmother, Catherine’s mother-in-law.

Alexa put down her phone and hurried into the living room. Susan was experienced with kids, but it had been years, and Alexa was more familiar with the latest baby care advice.

She bent down for a quick check and smiled. “Don’t worry, he’s just a bit overheated. Little boys are tough—they don’t mind the heat. From now on, just have him in a vest, no pants inside. If he gets any warmer, he might end up with heat rash.”

“Really?” Belinda was doubtful. “Maybe we should take him to the doctor, just in case?”

Susan hesitated. Lanny was so little; dragging him out unnecessarily wasn’t appealing. But if anything did go wrong, she’d feel responsible.

“It’s okay,” Alexa assured her. “Just take his pants off—give it a little time and that bump will go down. If it doesn’t, then we can consider seeing a doctor.”

Convinced for the moment, Belinda gently removed Lanny’s tiny pants.