Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 570

Stefan had stumbled upon Lexi quite by accident at that overseas hospital.

From that moment on, Lexi, who had long given up on him, latched onto him once more. Stefan was utterly repulsed. He had coldly warned her twice in private, assuming she would back off.

But to his dismay, she didn’t. Not only did she persist, she escalated.

He should have seen it coming.

Stefan shut his eyes briefly, a chilling aura radiating from him. Meanwhile, Lambert’s expression darkened completely after hearing Stefan’s words. Just then, the doctor emerged from the operating room. Lambert strode forward and demanded icily, "How are the patients from today’s car accident?"

The doctor glanced at Lambert, then at Stefan, before shaking his head. "The patient who was holding the child is now out of critical condition. Once she regains consciousness, she should be in the clear. As for the other one… I’m sorry. We did everything we could, but her brain injuries were too severe. There’s a high chance she’ll remain in a vegetative state."

Both men’s faces turned grim.

Stefan was enveloped in a frigid darkness, while Lambert was consumed by agitation—an agitation tinged with an uncharacteristic loss of composure.

Unaware that it was Ariana who had been holding the child and not Allison, Lambert had assumed it was Allison. So when he heard the prognosis, he believed Ariana was the one who might never wake. His mind went blank. Without another word, he shot the doctor a frosty glare and stormed toward the gurney where Ariana was being wheeled out.

Stefan, meanwhile, stood rigidly in place, his expression unreadable.

Just as the doctor silently lamented how callous young people were about love these days, Stefan spoke.

"What about the child?" he asked.

The doctor hesitated.

He fell silent for about two seconds before speaking again, his voice heavy. "I'm sorry... we did everything we could." The child had been born with a congenital heart condition. Though surgery had stabilized it, the recovery period remained delicate—any sudden shock could trigger severe complications.

And this... this had been no ordinary car accident.

The child...

Was gone.

Stefan's legs gave way. He swayed unsteadily, his vision swimming, before finally steadying himself. A chilling, hollow smile twisted his lips—devoid of warmth, devoid of humanity. Then, expressionless, he turned and strode toward Allison's hospital room.

...

Relief? Guilt? It was hard to say.

When Lambert confirmed that the comatose patient wasn’t Ariana, a weight lifted from his chest—though the thought of feeling relieved over someone else’s tragedy made him uneasy. Slowly, he took Ariana’s hand and pressed a trembling kiss to her knuckles, as if reaffirming she was still here, still alive.

The door creaked open. Stefan stepped inside, his presence as quiet as a shadow.

Lambert turned.

Stefan’s gaze flickered toward him, his voice rough, like wind scraping over dead leaves. "Lambert, I know I dragged you into this. We’ll settle that later. Right now, I just need one thing from you—look after Allison for me."

Lambert frowned. "What are you planning?"

Stefan’s eyes were glacial. "Nothing much."

Just teaching someone a lesson they’d never forget.

He wasn’t a fool. Lexi alone, with no substantial financial backing, could never have orchestrated such a meticulously planned accident. Someone else was pulling the strings behind the scenes. And it was his own arrogance, his dismissal of Lexi as insignificant, that had led to this.

It seemed his methods had been too lenient.

Some people had grown bold enough to think they could trample over him.

Lambert remained silent. His cold gaze lingered on Stefan for a long moment before he finally uttered a single, indifferent, "Hmm." Then, without another word, he turned away.

Arnold couldn’t read the man’s thoughts, but he wasn’t about to show weakness. With a cold snort, he demanded, "So what now? Did you clean up all the loose ends? If Lambert traces this back to me, I’m screwed."

There was no denying it—Lambert’s methods were ruthless.

Though he hated to admit it, Arnold couldn’t help but feel a prickle of fear.

Jerold let out a derisive chuckle. "You’ve got a wife, don’t you?"

Arnold stiffened, momentarily thrown. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Jerold’s smile turned cryptic. "Pin it on her. Even if it comes to light, you’ll walk away unscathed." As for the reason—well, Irene was reason enough. When the time came, Arnold could wash his hands of the whole mess.

Arnold froze.

Then, silence.

He remained silent for a long while before speaking slowly, "If there's no other way, then so be it. But if possible, I'd rather not resort to this." After all, even if the blame were shifted to Madelyn, suspicion would still linger around him.

The best outcome would be if none of the main family members were implicated at all.

This time, they had failed to eliminate Lambert and had instead alerted their enemy. Given Lambert's temperament, a fierce counterattack was inevitable. He would have to stay vigilant in the coming days.

Jerold seemed to read Arnold's thoughts.

The mockery in his eyes deepened.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, an indescribable glee flickered in his gaze. He imagined Stefan's expression right now—it must be quite a sight.

He had sworn that he, Jerold, would never lose to Stefan.