The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 634

"Heh." Harrell's gaze turned predatory. "I used to think I just hated women in general. Now I realize I just hate you!"

A momentary shadow of his dark past flickered in his mind, but the discomfort vanished as quickly as it came.

He shoved Adelina out of the private room.

Adelina stumbled to regain her footing and lunged forward, trying to force her way back in, but a waiter blocked her path.

"Ma'am, please leave. Do not disturb our VIP guests."

The door clicked shut. The soundproofing was excellent.

Adelina's hysterical screaming was completely cut off.

"Why did you bring her in here? What, did you actually think that pathological liar was going to spit out some truth?"

Harrell sat back down across from Lance.

Lance crossed his legs. "She said she had something to tell me about Catherine."

"No wonder." Harrell proceeded to fill the rest of the glasses to the brim. "Whenever Catherine is involved, you lose all ability to think."

To think he actually believed Adelina had important information regarding Catherine.

Lance eyed the way Harrell was pouring the drinks and said evenly, "What's wrong with you? You seem upset."

"Yeah." Harrell finished pouring, sat down, and rubbed his eyes aggressively.

"Lance, if the baby Catherine had wasn't yours, would you still help her?"

Lance fixed him with a piercing, somber gaze, remaining silent.

"I'm not trying to pry into your business. It's just... about me and Lorinda. You know she has a son. Even though she conceived through a donor and has no romantic history, it's still someone else's kid. I just feel this mental block about it. But when I look at other women, I feel absolutely nothing."

Looking genuinely distressed, Harrell grabbed a glass from Lance's side of the table and set it in front of him.

"Have a few drinks with me. Let's get wasted tonight, alright?"

Lance uncrossed his legs, resting his elbows on his knees, and leaned forward to look at him.

Regardless of Harrell's background, his physical and intellectual traits were top-tier, so he was selected almost immediately.

Harrell returned looking ashen.

So, he was already a father too?

"You had your reasons back then, and she had hers. You weren't a part of each other's lives yet, so what's so hard to accept?"

Lance could tell just from his expression that he was too late.

Harrell slumped into his seat, looking utterly hollowed out.

Even though he had started the conversation trying to bait Lance, bringing up his own situation had seriously messed with his head.

It took him a good while to pull himself together and shift the focus back to Lance.

"You still haven't answered my question. If Catherine's baby wasn't yours, would you still help her?"