Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 545

Lambert was genuinely taken aback this time.

With an intrigued smile, he remarked, "Never thought I'd hear you say something like this." As someone who considered Ronaldo a friend, Lambert was well aware of the deep-seated resentment he harbored toward Beverly and her mother. And as for Alvin—Beverly's son—Ronaldo had never once shown the slightest concern, no matter how many troubles the boy had gotten into over the years.

His indifference was so profound it hardly resembled that of an uncle.

Then again, if Ronaldo had acted like a proper uncle, that would have been the real surprise. But now, he was actually asking Lambert to look after Alvin? This sudden shift left Lambert utterly perplexed.

Meeting Lambert’s probing gaze, Ronaldo gave a faint, humorless smirk, his voice laced with self-mockery and icy detachment. "That medical report—the one about fertility—was actually something I arranged."

Lambert frowned. "What?"

Ronaldo’s tone remained flat. "The test results that prove I can’t have children."

Lambert fell silent.

Ronaldo had kept this secret tightly under wraps, never revealing it to anyone. Now, he was casually dropping the bombshell simply because he had already secured control over the Lawrence family. Even if his father found out, there was nothing the old man could do about it.

But the real reason he was telling Lambert? It all came back to Alvin.

If he didn’t explain his motives, Lambert would never agree to take on such a thankless task.

After a long pause, Lambert finally spoke, his words measured. "So... you want Alvin to return to the Lawrence family and eventually inherit Lawrence Corporation?"

If Ronaldo was truly infertile, then Alvin would be the sole heir, no matter how much the idea disgusted him.

But he had no choice.

Otherwise, the Lawrence family would be ruined by his hands. Though his father had grown somewhat muddled after marrying his stepmother, he had been good to Ronaldo when his own mother was still alive. His grandparents had also doted on him dearly. So Ronaldo wouldn’t let his personal grudges jeopardize the Lawrence Corporation.

Even if his current predicament had been caused by Beverly’s mother.

Ronaldo glanced at Lambert and replied indifferently, "Perhaps."

Lambert fell silent.

He knew better than to press further—some lines shouldn’t be crossed. So he simply nodded and said, "Alright." At the very least, before Ronaldo made his final decision, he could ensure Alvin remained safe under the Stone family’s protection.

Given their brotherly bond, he was willing to extend this courtesy. Ronaldo exhaled in relief and nodded slightly in gratitude.

...

The wedding proceeded flawlessly. After all, the Stone family had yet to divide its assets, and Lambert hadn’t officially taken over as heir.

Thus, Arnold remained the head of the main family, and his wedding naturally couldn’t be anything less than extravagant.

Madelyn was married into the Stone Family household amidst lukewarm congratulations and feigned admiration from the guests. Irene served as her bridesmaid—an unconventional choice, since tradition dictated that bridesmaids should be unmarried. Irene, being divorced, technically didn’t qualify.

But Madelyn insisted, stubbornly demanding Irene by her side. The Olson family had no choice but to relent.

Irene, of course, was uneasy.

So, with an impassive expression, he turned away, ready to walk out without another thought.

The sound of Irene desperately calling his name made Lambert's expression shift instantly. He had originally planned to leave after they were gone.

It had to be admitted—Irene not only resembled Ariana in appearance, but her voice also bore a striking similarity. Hearing her cry out his name with the same heartbreaking despair as Ariana once had, Lambert stood silently for a long moment before finally stepping forward. He couldn't just ignore it.

With a cold tone, he called out to the man.

Lambert recognized him—a spoiled rich kid, the heir of a moderately influential corporation in the city. But compared to the Stone family, they were nothing.

The man froze the moment he saw Lambert. When he realized the woman he had taken a liking to was calling out Lambert’s name, her eyes lighting up with desperate hope at the sight of him, he knew he had messed with the wrong person. Forcing an awkward smile, he quickly backtracked, "Ah, I was just helping this young lady get home since she’s had a bit too much to drink. Since you know her, Mr. Stone, I’ll leave her in your capable hands." With that, he immediately released Irene.

Freed, Irene rushed to Lambert’s side, trembling as she clung to him.

Just like in the past.

Whenever Irene was frightened, her first instinct was always to seek out Lambert, to hold onto him, to draw even the slightest bit of comfort from his presence.

Lambert frowned slightly, attempting to push her away with detached indifference. But Irene held on tightly—so tightly that he couldn’t shake her off. His eyes narrowed with displeasure. Had he made a mistake by intervening?

As for the man who had tried to take advantage of Irene, he was long gone.

Irene clutched Lambert’s clothes in a death grip, burying her face against his chest. Trembling, she kept murmuring his name over and over, as if the mere repetition could somehow anchor her in safety.