Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 540

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Alvin's injury would have healed with proper rest, and recovery would have been even quicker if he'd stayed in the hospital.

But Khloe had other plans.

She took Alvin straight home, insisting it was nothing serious. The doctor had no choice but to hand over the medication, reminding her to make sure Alvin took it on time. Khloe agreed—but once they were back, she never gave him a single dose. Instead, she secretly obtained a concoction that prevented the bruising from fading.

Within days, Alvin’s condition took a sharp turn for the worse.

At first, the main household hadn’t paid much attention.

But as Alvin grew sicker, the news inevitably reached Old Mr. Stone and his wife, who couldn’t ignore it. Coincidentally, Madelyn was also present the day Alvin’s condition worsened.

Khloe gazed at her grandson in anguish, turning to the examining doctor with trembling lips. "How is Alvin?"

Dr. Copper wiped sweat from his brow, his expression troubled as he worked. "Madam, I don’t understand it—the hematoma on Alvin’s head hasn’t dissipated at all. At this point, surgery might be necessary."

Khloe swayed on her feet, as if she might faint.

Arnold’s face darkened with barely contained fury.

The uncle remained silent, his eyes heavy with sorrow and suppressed emotion.

Madelyn, watching their reactions, couldn’t hold back. "Uncle, Auntie, we need to get Alvin to the hospital immediately. But... how did he get so badly hurt in the first place? Did Grandfather and Grandmother not know?" That was the puzzling part—she’d been visiting the Stone Family household frequently these past few days, yet no one had mentioned a thing.

Arnold pressed his lips together, shaking his head with a bitter smile. "Madelyn, don’t ask."

Khloe only looked at her, eyes filled with silent misery.

Her demeanor mirrored that of Arnold—both seemed to be holding something back, as if burdened by an unspoken grievance they couldn’t voice. It was a sight that evoked helplessness and sorrow. Madelyn, sharp as ever, caught on immediately. Her eyes flashed with realization as she blurted, "Don’t tell me it’s—"

Khloe shook her head, cutting her off. "Alright, Madelyn. I know you care deeply for Alvin, but this was just an accident—kids roughhousing and things got out of hand. Right now, our priority is getting Alvin to the hospital. We need to figure out the surgery and make sure there are no lasting complications."

Madelyn frowned but eventually gave a reluctant nod.

Yet, from Khloe’s words, she had gleaned one crucial detail: Alvin’s injuries were caused by a scuffle between children.

But which child could have clashed with Alvin to this extent, leaving the entire main branch of the family silent? And the Stone family acting as if nothing had happened? There was only one possibility—the child of the future family head. Given that Lambert was the heir apparent, his son, Lucian, was the only one who could treat Alvin this way without the main branch daring to utter a word.

In an instant, fury ignited within Madelyn.

She refused to believe Lambert would raise his son to be like this. In wealthy families like theirs, children spent most of their formative years under their mother’s influence. It had to be Ariana—she must have poisoned her son’s mind, molding him into a vicious little brat capable of such cruelty at such a young age.

And Lambert? He was probably kept in the dark, oblivious to the whole affair.

The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became, and her loathing for Ariana intensified.