Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 435

Ariana exuded an indescribable tenderness these days, likely due to her recent childbirth.

Her usual composed demeanor now carried an air of boundless warmth.

Kiara could no longer hold back—her eyes reddened instantly.

With a trembling voice, she blurted, "Sis... there's something I need to tell you. But I'm afraid you'll be mad. Please don't be angry with me, okay?" Her fingers twisted nervously, betraying her fear of how Ariana might react.

Yet even if it meant facing her sister's wrath, Kiara knew she had to speak up.

If Ariana found out from someone else, the hurt would only be worse.

Ariana sighed softly, tapping Kiara lightly on the head with the book in her hand. "Alright, go ahead," she said, her tone patient.

The affectionate gesture only made Kiara's eyes sting hotter.

She averted her gaze slightly and recounted everything Georgia had told her, word for word. Once the confession spilled out, her earlier anxiety gave way to urgency. "I never once thought about inheriting the White family business—it's always been yours, Sis. I know Auntie pities me because of what happened to my parents, but her decision was still wrong. I don’t need anyone’s sympathy. I’m grown now, and in a few years after graduation, I’ll be able to take care of myself. I’ve already told Auntie all this."

Her words weren’t just to prove her own innocence—she also hoped to soften any blame toward Georgia.

The last thing she wanted was to drive a wedge between Ariana and her mother.

If that happened, she’d never forgive herself...

Finally understanding the reason behind Kiara’s flustered arrival and jumbled words, Ariana felt a pang of exasperation. She exhaled slowly before murmuring, "I see."

Kiara tensed at the response.

Stealing glances at her sister’s expression, she ventured in a small voice, "So... you’re not mad at me, right?"

Ariana was momentarily taken aback, then let out a resigned chuckle.

Shaking her head, she said, "This wasn’t your fault to begin with. What’s there to forgive? Alright, I get it now. Don’t carry this burden—I’m not angry, and I never was." The truth was, she just felt a pang of disappointment—not toward anyone else, nor the White family’s wealth, but solely because of her mother’s attitude.

Kiara still seemed uneasy, treading carefully around the subject.

Seeing her like this, Ariana couldn’t help but sigh. She pressed her lips together briefly before setting aside the book in her hands. Reaching out, she ruffled Kiara’s hair gently. "I’m really not upset, so stop worrying. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if you inherited the White Group." As long as it wasn’t Jane, she wouldn’t even bat an eye if her father decided to donate the entire company—

Just not Jane.

Before this, her only reason for fighting over the White Group had been to keep it out of Jane’s hands. If it went to Kiara instead, she’d have no objections whatsoever.

She had genuinely intended to hand the company over to Kiara. Even if Kiara accepted it, that would have been fine. But her sister's resolute expression made it clear she would never agree to such an arrangement. Unlike Jane, despite sharing the same bloodline, their personalities were worlds apart. What troubled Ariana wasn't the inheritance itself, but how Georgia would react upon learning that Kiara had visited only to refuse the family business outright.

That woman would undoubtedly assume Ariana had put her up to it. While unafraid of Georgia's temper, the ensuing drama would be exhausting to deal with.

Meanwhile, Lucian, who had been quietly playing with building blocks, was growing restless. The little boy had been utterly absorbed in his toys, his focused expression eerily reminiscent of Lambert's stern demeanor. So engrossed was he that he hadn't noticed Kiara's arrival. When he finally looked up from his abandoned blocks, his face lit up at the sight of his favorite aunt.

Stumbling to his feet, he began toddling toward her.

Kiara nearly panicked—her arms instinctively reaching out to catch him—but Ariana stopped her with a shake of the head and an amused smirk. "Let him walk on his own," she insisted.

Though anxious, Kiara reluctantly held back as the determined toddler wobbled across the plush carpet—soft enough to cushion any falls. To everyone's relief, Lucian managed the journey despite his unsteady gait. The moment he reached Kiara, he beamed up at her and demanded: "Eat."

Kiara: "..."

Ariana: "..."

Undeterred by their silence, the boy tilted his head and repeated more insistently: "Eat."

Ariana's eye twitched. Shooting a meaningful glance at her sister, she sighed, "I told you not to spoil him with so many treats. Now the only word he associates with you is 'food.'" In her eagerness to bond with her nephew, Kiara had made it a habit to bring him delicious snacks during every visit—a strategy that had clearly backfired.