Under the bright lights, the coffee table was littered with bags of baby supplies—clear evidence of an outing.
Lance sat on the sofa, staring at the pile with a dangerously dark expression.
When Susan came downstairs, she was still clutching a brand-new baby jacket that Belinda had bought.
Alexa remained completely silent as she hastily tidied up the mess.
"Sir, please don't be angry," Susan stuttered. "His grandmother just loves the little guy so much. Once she got him out, she wanted to buy him everything she saw, and they ended up losing track of time..."
Susan's voice trembled with fear.
When Lance realized Belinda had taken Lanny out, he had called her several times, but she had ignored every single one.
Susan had a terrible feeling about it then. She knew Lance would be furious when they returned.
And just minutes ago, Lance had purposely trapped Catherine in the car, buying Susan and Belinda the precious time they needed to sneak Lanny back inside.
They had almost been caught red-handed!
If Catherine had found out, how would they ever explain it?
"Block her number," Lance ordered abruptly.
Susan gasped, her eyes widening in shock.
"Starting tomorrow, she is banned from this house. She is not allowed to see Lanny. Let her think about what she's done."
With that, Lance stood up and headed upstairs.
Susan was sweating bullets, while Alexa stood by helplessly.
What a colossal mess.
This was supposed to be a happy, unified family, but now—
Susan didn't dare actually block Belinda's number, but Lance had his own ways of ensuring his mother never set foot on the estate again.
The next day, after Catherine left for work, Susan's phone started ringing off the hook.
It was Belinda, demanding to speak to Lance.



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