Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 584

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Having narrowly escaped death's door, Ariana's attitude toward Georgia was no longer as cold and distant as before.

Perhaps she realized she had been too harsh and stubborn in the past.

Sure, her mother hadn’t exactly been a model parent.

But Ariana was willing to give her a chance—

Provided, of course, that Georgia felt the same way.

If not, then so be it. But judging by how things stood now, it seemed her mother had truly repented, no longer favoring Jane. In that case, she was ready to extend an olive branch.

Lucian had only a vague impression of Georgia, so hearing his mother mention "Grandma" didn’t stir much in him.

He simply blinked and asked, "Hmm! Will Grandma come see you later, Mom?"

Ariana smiled faintly. "Yes, and your aunt too."

Lucian’s eyes instantly lit up—he absolutely adored his aunt!

Before he could say another word, the door suddenly swung open, and Lambert stepped in, carrying an insulated lunchbox.

The icy aura around him melted away the moment his gaze landed on Ariana.

He moved closer, gently pressing a hand to her forehead to check for fever. Though a head injury wasn’t directly linked to a temperature spike, he still felt better confirming it himself.

One by one, he unpacked the containers, revealing all of Ariana’s favorite dishes—each carefully prepared by the family cook under his orders.

But none of it was greasy—just light and refreshing.

Lucian stared at the food with wide, longing eyes, practically drooling.

Hmm…

Only now did he realize just how hungry he was.

Unfortunately, Lambert, that scumbag of a father, seemed completely oblivious to his own son, continuing to gently serve Ariana a bowl of porridge. The sight made Lucian’s big eyes practically glow green with envy. Men and women—especially fathers and mothers—were just different.

Lambert had eyes only for Ariana, but Ariana’s gaze wasn’t solely fixed on her husband. She also noticed her pitiful-looking son.

So, after accepting the porridge from Lambert, she didn’t take a sip herself. Instead, she turned to Lucian and asked, "Lucian, are you hungry?"

As she spoke, she handed the bowl to him.

In an instant, Lambert’s icy aura erupted.

His frigid glare locked onto the transferred bowl of porridge, his expression dark as if someone owed him a fortune.

Lucian, however, was a sensible child.

Though he desperately wanted to eat, he shook his head reluctantly and said, "Mom, you have it."

Ariana nearly burst out laughing.

She ruffled her precious boy’s hair and pushed the bowl back toward him. "Don’t worry, there’s plenty. Mom won’t go hungry."

Lambert, it seemed, had seen enough.

For one thing, the congee was something he had specially prepared for Ariana. For another, even if Ariana wanted to share it with someone, she hadn’t considered him.

So, he was feeling just a tiny bit displeased.

With an indifferent expression, he pulled out another container that looked suspiciously like a takeout box. "You drink yours—I made this myself. I brought takeout for Lucian." The takeout, of course, was something Lambert had just picked up downstairs.

Here’s how it happened.

After packing the breakfast the cook had prepared, Lambert suddenly remembered his son was also here.