Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 589

Ariana's expression darkened even more.

She couldn't fathom what her mother was thinking—whether her saintly compassion had flared up again… or if it was something else entirely.

But one thing was certain: her mood had soured.

Because right now, Georgia reminded her too much of the past—how she had always shielded Jane. No matter who was at fault, Jane was the one who received protection and comfort. Meanwhile, Ariana was either ignored or blamed.

Her fingers curled slightly, and her thin lips pressed into a tight line.

Kiara, on the other hand, was still stunned.

And after the initial shock came a surge of frantic worry.

She feared that her aunt—a kind-hearted woman—might be deceived by Irene, that homewrecker who was trying to worm her way into their lives. Aunt Georgia was too trusting; she might not see through Irene’s act and could easily fall for her lies.

But the problem was—

At this moment, Georgia seemed blind to everything else.

Her eyes were fixed solely on Irene.

Only Irene.

The memories of the past had blurred slightly over time, yet she was absolutely certain—this girl before her… she *had* to be, *must* be her daughter! Yes, her eldest daughter, the one she had been forced to leave at the orphanage all those years ago.

It was a feeling.

A mother’s instinct—that unshakable, primal bond between parent and child.

She couldn't be mistaken...

Georgia still retained a shred of rationality, aware that she shouldn't reveal too much lest she appear strange. But she simply couldn't help herself—truly couldn't. After all these years, she'd never imagined she'd see her eldest daughter again.

She had thought the girl had vanished from her life forever.

Georgia had later revisited that orphanage, only to learn the child had been adopted just days after being left there.

Now, it seemed the heavens had heard her nightly regrets and anguish, delivering her daughter back to her.

Georgia gazed at Irene with such intensity that the younger woman's brows unconsciously furrowed slightly.

After an awkward pause, sensing something amiss, Irene could no longer ignore the strangeness. She shot Ariana a sidelong glance, bit her lip, and restated her purpose before turning to leave. Stunned, Georgia watched Irene's retreating figure before hastily calling out, "Let me see you out."

With that, she hurried after her.

Kiara stared open-mouthed as her aunt escorted Irene out, then whirled on Ariana with venom. "Sister Ariana, I'm going to keep an eye on Irene. Auntie's too kindhearted—I'm afraid that woman might pull some act to deceive her again."

Not that Kiara believed Irene could truly drive a wedge between them—after all, Auntie was SIster Ariana's birth mother. But what if she played the victim so convincingly that Auntie started believing her innocence? Even if Sister Ariana's relationship with Auntie had improved, such interference would undoubtedly upset her.

No daughter could tolerate her own mother defending the woman trying to destroy her family.

All their hard-won progress could unravel in fresh misunderstandings.

There would still be time to decide how to respond.

With this thought, the chill surrounding Ariana gradually dissipated like morning mist under sunlight.

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Meanwhile, after Georgia saw Irene out, her mind preoccupied with thoughts, she returned to the hospital room and told Ariana she had something urgent to attend to and needed to leave.

Ariana didn’t stop her.

Though Kiara wanted to stay longer with her cousin, she still followed her aunt back home. Once there, Kiara intended to bring up the matter of Irene, but Georgia showed no interest in conversation. "I have a bit of a headache," she said curtly. "I’m going upstairs to rest. Don’t call me for dinner—I won’t be eating." With that, she headed up the stairs without another word.

Unaware of the turmoil beneath her aunt’s composed exterior, Kiara assumed she was genuinely unwell and immediately instructed the housekeeper to call the White family’s private physician.

Upstairs, alone in her bedroom, Georgia stood frozen, her mind reeling. She took deep breaths, trying to steady herself, but the faint tremor in her fingers betrayed the storm of emotions raging inside her.

That girl—she had to be her eldest daughter.

The certainty of it settled heavily in Georgia’s heart. She had no idea how her eldest had crossed paths with Ariana, but it was clear there was some misunderstanding between them. The thought made her face pale. Ariana’s husband was Lambert, and the Stone family dominated the city’s business world as its top conglomerate.

If her eldest daughter were to clash with Ariana, she would undoubtedly be the one at a disadvantage.

The image of her poor, long-lost child tightened Georgia’s chest, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. How had her daughter survived all these years without her real parents? Could she really expect her adoptive family to have treated her with genuine love? The ache in her heart deepened at the thought.

No matter what, she had to see that girl again. She couldn’t just stand by and let Ariana push her around.