Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 434

However, Georgia's next words instantly wiped the smile off Kiara's face.

"You'll inherit the White Group," she said gently. "Don't worry about your uncle—I'll find a way to convince him. As for Ariana, she cares about you so much, I’m sure she’ll agree."

Kiara froze, her expression shifting abruptly. She took an unconscious step back, her gaze fixed on her aunt. After a heavy silence, she replied, "Auntie, I never intended to inherit the White Group." Suddenly, she recalled her uncle’s earlier words, and everything clicked into place. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked at Georgia, touched but resolute.

Straightening her shoulders, Kiara said firmly, "Auntie, I know you mean well. But I don’t want to cause any rift between you and Sister Ariana. I’m studying finance—once I graduate, I can easily find a job to support myself. And if worse comes to worst, there’s always the White Group. I’ll just join the company then." She forced a small smile. "So please, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine."

At that moment, her emotions were too tangled to put into words.

She knew Georgia had been her mother’s closest friend, which was why her aunt treated her so kindly. But she never expected such overwhelming generosity.

Yet, she couldn’t take advantage of the people who cared for her—Sister Ariana, her uncle, and her Aunt. She refused to exploit their love for personal gain. She had already decided that after graduation, she’d work hard in the company. At the very least, she wouldn’t starve.

But anything beyond that? She wouldn’t accept it.

She wasn’t Jane. She wouldn’t stoop to that level of shamelessness.

This time, it was Georgia who was stunned.

She hadn’t anticipated this reaction at all. Anyone else—Jane, for instance—would have been overjoyed.

Was Kiara holding back because of something?

With a soft sigh, Georgia leaned in and murmured, "Kiara, I understand your concerns. But you don’t need to worry—Ariana won’t be upset. Besides, only if you inherit the Group and have children who carry the White surname can the family’s legacy truly remain with the White family's bloodline. That’s how the inheritance should work."

Kiara shook her head vigorously, her expression resolute. "No, Auntie. I can promise you and Uncle that if I ever have children, they'll carry the White family name. But this—I can't agree to it."

Her tone was firm, leaving no doubt that she meant every word. And indeed, Kiara was entirely sincere.

She didn’t want Ariana to misunderstand, nor did she want to hurt her. The incident with Jane had already served as a warning—how could she possibly repeat the same mistake?

Georgia seemed taken aback, clearly not expecting Kiara’s refusal to be so absolute. The girl truly had no interest in the White family’s fortune.

For a long moment, Georgia fell silent, her initial exasperation giving way to quiet contemplation.

Misinterpreting her silence as a concern, Kiara gently embraced her, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Auntie, please don’t worry about me," she murmured softly. "I can take care of myself. But the White Group… I really can’t accept it. I know it sounds harsh, but it’s the truth. I’m not your daughter—the White Group shouldn’t belong to me."

All she wanted was to make one thing clear—she wasn’t Ariana.

She had no right to inherit.

No justification could change that.

Yet Georgia misunderstood entirely. A sudden spark lit up her eyes as she reached out to stroke Kiara’s hair. "Kiara… is this about you not being our biological daughter?" Her voice softened with hope. "If that’s what’s troubling you, don’t worry. I’ll talk to your uncle. We can officially adopt you—"

Kiara: "…"

Ariana couldn’t help but frown. "Did you get caught in the rain?"

Though her clothes weren’t completely soaked, the wet patches on her shoulders and the damp strands of hair clinging to her skin betrayed the truth.

Kiara gave a quiet, barely audible "Mm."

Ariana sighed and went back to her bedroom to fetch a set of her own clothes for Kiara to change into.

Holding the clothes in her arms, Kiara lowered her head, her voice tinged with sadness. "I only got a little wet, not too much. I don’t really need to change."

Ariana gave her forehead a gentle tap and said with quiet exasperation, "None of that. Go change. Even if it's just a little, you still got soaked. You'll regret it if you catch a cold." When she saw Kiara still standing there, clutching the clothes absently, she resorted to her trump card. "You’re covered in chill—don’t you worry about passing it on to Lucian?"

That finally snapped Kiara out of her daze.

She nodded with a soft "Oh," then hurried into the side room to change. Moments later, she emerged—less than two minutes had passed.

Ariana couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.

She had sensed something off about Kiara’s mood earlier, and now it was clear something was bothering her. After a brief silence, Ariana considered the possibilities. At her age, the most likely explanation was… romance troubles.

Clearing her throat lightly, Ariana teased with a knowing smile, "Alright, out with it. Is there something you want to talk to your big sister about? Don’t hold back—I’ve got time, and I’m all ears."