Catherine checked the time. It was past three in the afternoon. A full day and night had passed since Jasper fell into Geoffrey's hands.
As a mother herself, she knew exactly what Lorinda was going through. Every ounce of her friend's sanity had to be hanging by a thread.
"Catherine, about the way we—" Latonia started, guilt heavy in her voice.
Catherine cut her off again. "Just go. Don't keep Lorinda waiting."
Davis stood up and gently pulled Latonia toward the door. "Thank you."
The words carried the weight of a monumental debt. With that, they quickly left the house.
Catherine stood alone in the living room for a long time. A knot tightened in her stomach, the sheer urgency of the situation burning through her veins. Finally, she forced herself to walk upstairs.
As soon as she rounded the corner to the second floor, she spotted Lance leaning against the railing.
She looked up at him. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She didn't even know where to begin.
"I heard everything," Lance said softly, his dark gaze locked on her. "To save Jasper, are you going to throw yourself and Lanny into the fire?"
Catherine shook her head fiercely. "No."
Lance narrowed his eyes, waiting for her to continue.
Taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart, she looked at him with a mixture of reluctance and torment.
"Can you watch over Lanny for me?"
"Give me a reason why I should," Lance challenged.
It was the perfect moment to admit what she should have told him a long time ago.
Catherine bit her lower lip so hard she tasted the metallic tang of blood.
"Because of The Marital Agreement. We're legally married," she finally said. "That makes Lanny your legal son."
"So what?" Lance replied coolly. "I'm no saint. Are you sure you trust me to keep him safe?"
He knew she didn't view him as a good man. Otherwise, why would she have guarded herself against him like he was a predator?



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