Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 582

Madelyn felt her face burn under Ariana's gaze.

She could only scoff inwardly, thinking there was no point in arguing with someone like this. Without another word, she turned and walked away decisively.

Irene hesitated, watching Madelyn’s retreating figure. Finally, biting her lower lip, she turned to Lucian and said, "Auntie should get going now. Take good care of yourself, alright?"

Out of politeness, even though Lucian wasn’t particularly fond of this aunt or his uncle’s wife, he still gave a small nod.

Only then did Irene leave the hospital room with some relief.

Seeing the two of them finally gone, Lucian exhaled in relief.

Then, with quick, light steps, he hurried to the door, firmly shut it, and dashed back inside.

This was the Stone family’s private hospital, naturally different from ordinary ones.

The so-called "hospital room" was more like a luxurious suite, complete with all the amenities.

Lucian approached his mother with a serious expression, then asked cautiously, "Mom, does it still hurt?"

Ariana smiled and shook her head.

Lucian relaxed again, but then his brows furrowed slightly as he seemed to recall something. Slowly, he said, "Mom, when will you get better? Kevin’s fine—he’s pretty obedient. But Carson cries every single day."

The twins were polar opposites—one extremely quiet, the other endlessly energetic.

The lively one, his younger brother Carson, seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of energy every day.

But where this lively demeanor used to bring smiles, now it only evoked tears. Over the past few days, the servants in the villa had been driven to their wits' end by little Carson's antics. For some inexplicable reason, the child had been crying for his mother nonstop.

Normally, children are quick to forget.

They might fuss at first when separated from their mothers, but after a day or two, they usually move on.

Not Carson, though.

For as many days as Ariana had been hospitalized, he had thrown tantrums without pause.

His memory was frighteningly sharp—painfully so.

Ariana could easily read the exhaustion and frustration on her eldest son's face. A faint smile touched her lips as she asked gently, "So, has Lucian been looking after his little brothers all this time?"

Lucian glanced at his mother and gave a small nod.

She reached out, tenderly ruffling his hair. "You've done so well. You're such a wonderful big brother. Even with Mom and Dad away, you took such good care of them. I'm so proud of you."

Lucian had been a lively baby, but as he grew older, he became increasingly serious—almost like a tiny, unshakable iceberg.

No one could quite figure out where he got that from.

And now, this boy who prided himself on his composure, who had long mastered the art of keeping his emotions in check, flushed bright red at his mother's praise.

He was embarrassed. Flustered.

At a complete loss for what to do.

Ariana couldn't help but chuckle again, her fingers itching to pull her son into a tight embrace.

The timing of Ariana’s accident couldn’t have been worse—it happened on the very day Georgia had arranged to meet her.

When Georgia first heard the news, she was stunned. For a moment, she even wondered if Ariana had faked the car crash just to avoid seeing her. But as days passed with no sign of her daughter waking up, the grim reality sank in: this was no act.

After that, Georgia visited Ariana in the hospital a few times, though mostly out of obligation to her husband.

Then, yesterday, the Stone family called with unexpected news—Ariana had regained consciousness. Gilbert was overjoyed.

But his elation wasn’t universally shared.

Georgia watched her husband’s excitement with a complicated expression. Had this happened three or four days earlier, she might have been relieved. Now, however, all she felt was dread.

Here’s why.

After Ariana’s prolonged coma, Georgia had initially held onto hope, visiting regularly. But as time dragged on with no improvement, her visits dwindled. Eventually, she even consulted a fortune teller, who warned that her daughter’s chances of recovery were slim.

Others, too, had whispered that Ariana was as good as a vegetable. So Georgia’s fragile resolve to reconcile with her daughter withered away.

Quietly, she resumed her support for Jane.

Still, hedging her bets, she kept Kiara in her good graces. After all, it wouldn’t do to put all her eggs in one basket—if things went south, she’d be left with nothing. Just yesterday, Jane had asked her for a substantial sum of money. Convinced this "daughter" might one day be her lifeline, Georgia gritted her teeth and secretly handed over her private savings.

And now, of all times, Ariana had woken up…

Georgia’s face twisted with a mix of emotions.

Unaware of his wife’s inner turmoil, Gilbert beamed. "We’ll go see her together tomorrow. You should stay with Ariana for a while and take care of her. Use this time to mend things between you two."