The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 692

He didn't necessarily look like a carbon copy of Lance, but it was obvious he was going to be a heartbreaker.

Every time Catherine looked at Lanny, a warm feeling flooded her chest.

But whenever she turned her head and saw Lance, her emotions turned complicated.

Even if Lanny wasn't a spitting image of Lance at first glance, there were undeniable similarities in certain features.

She lived in constant anxiety that he would figure it out.

"You two go ahead and eat. I'll take Lanny into the living room to play," Susan said.

Having finished warming up the lunch, Susan pushed the stroller out to the living area.

When Catherine wasn't looking, Susan systematically erased every trace that Belinda had been there that morning.

Sophia had already left for work. Right now, Belinda was the only one coming over every morning to see Lanny.

For half the day, she would hold him constantly, managing all his feedings and diaper changes without putting him down.

This had fostered a bad habit—the baby now demanded to be held all the time.

He hadn't been lying in his stroller for more than a few minutes before he started crying.

Susan had no choice but to pick him up, patting his back gently to soothe him.

"Alexa mentioned that it's actually good for babies to cry a little," Catherine noted, having finished her meal and walked into the living room. "You shouldn't pick him up the second he fusses, or he'll learn that crying gets him exactly what he wants, and he'll only get more demanding."

Seeing Susan pacing with him, Catherine walked over, took Lanny, and placed him firmly back in the stroller.

Susan hesitated. "Uh, that’s the standard advice, sure, but as they grow, they definitely get smarter about these things."

Right on cue, Lanny let out a wail the second he hit the mattress, his face turning red with indignation.

Startled—she had never seen him cry quite like this—Catherine immediately scooped him back up.

The instant he was in her arms, his face cleared up. He stopped crying and began looking around the room with wide, curious eyes.

"You little manipulator, you stopped the second I picked you up?"

Catherine couldn't help but frown. "When did he pick up this habit?"