The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 717

Catherine looked back at Lance, just in time to catch a fleeting frown on his face.

Like an illusion, by the time she focused on him, his brow had already smoothed out.

"It's nothing. I'll drive you back."

Lance walked toward the entryway.

"I'll drive myself," Catherine insisted. She bid Harrell goodbye and hurried out the door.

On the way back, Lance's phone rang twice. He rejected both calls.

Then he continuously typed out messages, the constant vibration of his phone filling the quiet car.

The sound only made Catherine's heart race faster.

"Is there a problem at the company?" she asked.

"Minor issue. It's mostly resolved," Lance replied.

His handsome face grew heavy with an intense solemnity, softening only when he glanced her way.

"My mother isn't feeling well, so Susan went over to take care of her for the next few days. Alexa is the only one looking after Lanny at home. If you're worried, we can hire someone else."

Catherine looked at him in surprise. "Belinda is sick? I can take a few days off. Things aren't too busy at work right now."

She could handle her urgent tasks from home, which would conveniently spare her from dealing with Adelina at the office.

"That works. I'll be busy these next few days."

Lance swallowed hard and met her gaze. "Just focus on taking care of Lanny. Call me if you need anything."

Catherine caught a strange emotional undercurrent in his voice. She studied him but couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong.

"Is Belinda seriously ill?"

Lance's mood was incredibly heavy—was Belinda's condition that bad?

"It's not severe. She just needs some time to recover." Lance stared straight ahead as the morning sun filtered through the windshield, casting a golden halo over his sharp jawline and making his striking features look even more severe.

Catherine didn't press further. She stepped on the gas, rushing back to the estate as fast as she could.

The morning sun reflected fiercely off the windows.