Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 455

After Beverly's persistent efforts over time, the entire Castro family had grown significantly fonder of her.

Truth be told, Beverly had always been skilled at acting.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have managed, even as a child, to use her sweet-talking and acting skills to manipulate her mother into driving Ronaldo out of the country—all without her father ever suspecting a thing. So after this period, not only had the Castro family's opinion of her improved, but some even began to doubt the rumors they’d heard about her.

After all, she didn’t seem like that kind of person...

Even when interacting with the servants, she was always exceedingly polite. Once, a maid accidentally knocked over a tray, spilling food all over Beverly.

Instead of getting angry, Beverly gently comforted the maid.

This act instantly won her the admiration of many.

Even the maid herself was deeply moved.

Since then, through Beverly's subtle and consistent influence, the Castro family's attitude toward her had completely shifted. However, this only applied to the servants, Mr. Castro, and Maxwell. Mrs. Castro still maintained her indifferent expression toward Beverly, and as for Damon—well, that went without saying. But Beverly wasn’t worried.

After all, nothing worthwhile was ever achieved overnight.

The Castro family was her mother’s maiden home, after all. Whether out of blood ties or shared interests, they would ultimately side with her in her feud with Ronaldo.

As long as she could be certain of that, everything else would fall into place.

...

Today, Beverly visited the Castro Family's household again. The servants, now accustomed to her presence, greeted her with respectful nods.

Yet, something felt off...

Something seemed off about the Castr Family's household today.

To be precise, the atmosphere felt... livelier than usual? Before Beverly could ponder further, bursts of laughter drifted down from upstairs—a young woman's cheerful voice mingled with the delighted squeals of a child. Beverly's eyes flickered with curiosity.

The butler quickly explained, "The young mistress is visiting, and coincidentally, the eldest young master is home today. They're upstairs in the lounge. Would you like to..."

His words trailed off, hinting at whether Beverly might prefer to avoid the scene. After all, it was rare for the eldest young master and his future bride to have time alone together. Most people wouldn’t want to intrude.

But who was Beverly?

She would never let such a golden opportunity slip away. Feigning ignorance, she beamed and said, "Oh, so my future sister-in-law is here? How fortunate that I came today! I’ll just pop upstairs to say hello." With that, she cheerfully made her way toward the staircase, her steps light and eager.

The butler hesitated, torn between stopping her and letting her go.

Would it be proper to interfere?

But if she only intended a brief greeting, perhaps it wouldn’t be a problem. After a moment’s deliberation, he decided not to press the issue and quietly excused himself.

In his mind, Beverly would surely come back down after exchanging pleasantries. There was no need to fuss over it.

Little did he know—Beverly had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

...

Upstairs, the second floor opened into a spacious lounge. At its center stood a sleek bar counter, perfect for sipping cocktails or enjoying afternoon tea.

To the left was the recreation room, while the right side housed the piano room and a home gym.

And that only made her even more thrilled!

She pressed on, carrying Kevin closer to Damon, and finally plopped the toddler right into his arms—his body instantly stiffening like a board. Of course, she kept a watchful eye on Damon’s reaction. If he truly disliked children or had no idea how to hold one, she’d snatch Kevin back in a heartbeat.

Sure, she wanted to tease Damon a little, but that didn’t mean she’d use her godson as a prop!

If Lambert ever found out, next year might as well be her death anniversary.

Fortunately, though Damon’s body was as rigid as stone, he still managed to cradle the soft little bundle. His arms were so stiff they might as well have been in a cast—he didn’t dare move an inch.

Kevin, nestled in Damon’s arms, watched as he set the wine glass back on the bar counter. Instantly displeased, he squirmed, reaching for it.

Damon immediately understood what the child wanted.

So he shifted him further from the bar, his expression cool as he warned, "You can’t drink."

Kevin blinked up at him. "Ba-ba-ba!"

Damon frowned. "You’re too young."

Kevin tilted his head and babbled again, "Ba-ba-ba!"

Damon’s face darkened. "I said, you’re too young."

Fanny: "..."

By now, Fanny was clutching Carson Stone, nearly doubled over with laughter. Her shoulders shook as she gasped for breath between giggles. "President Castro, do you really think a baby who’s not even six months old can understand a word you’re saying?"