The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 635

"My situation is completely different from yours."

Lance proactively raised his glass to clink against Harrell's. "Catherine is my ex-wife. We've shared the deepest level of intimacy. There are no 'ifs' in this world. Her baby is mine."

Harrell scoffed. "So what you're saying is, you like Cath—"

"The real issue is you. The woman who picked your sample could be old, ugly, and broke. Your kid might be eating scraps, inheriting your brilliant medical genius genes but never even getting the chance to go to school..."

Lance enunciated every word, casting a dark cloud of dread over Harrell's heart.

The thought of a scruffy, blonde-haired boy who looked somewhat like him, or an unkempt little girl, showing up in twenty years to call him 'Dad'...

Harrell threw his head back and downed his drink in one gulp.

The harsh, burning sting of alcohol flared in his throat.

He panicked, staring at his glass. It wasn't water?

Did he grab the wrong one?

He looked at the dozens of identical clear liquids covering the table, realizing it was completely impossible to tell which were real and which were water.

He cast a sideways glance at Lance.

Lance drained his glass, his brow furrowing as a sharp breath escaped his lips.

By the looks of it, he had knocked back the real stuff too.

If Lance had drunk water, he definitely would have noticed something was off.

"Another round." Relying on his memory of where he'd placed the water and the alcohol, Harrell handed Lance another glass and took one for himself.

"Any kid cursed with a dad like you is in for a rough ride."

Lance's tone was smooth and his diction perfect as he delivered blow after brutal blow. "Imagine if they got a stepdad who beat them every single day—"

Gulp.

Stressed out by Lance's words, Harrell mindlessly downed another glass.

Lance remained silent.

"You're too proud to admit it! You've had feelings for Catherine this whole time, haven't you? The night you guys got divorced, you called me in the middle of the night and rambled for hours. You completely ruined experiment."

Harrell had only found out later that Lance and Catherine had finalized their divorce that very day.

Lance's gaze darkened instantly. He stood up, grabbed Harrell by the collar, and dragged him toward the door.

"You talk too much."

Harrell stumbled, all his dead weight leaning against Lance.

"You're full of it. You're just changing the subject. Catherine would never fall for a guy like you. She likes guys like Gavin."

"Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone back to work so soon. Gavin is just as good-looking as you, he talks a lot but doesn't tear people down, and he doesn't walk around with a stick up his ass like you—Ow!"

Lance suddenly let go.

Harrell landed flat on his ass, his hands instinctively rubbing his bruised tailbone as he groaned in pain.