Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 593

This was destined to be an eventful year for the Stone family. Just as Gwen brought her newborn home, Ariana was finally discharged from the hospital.

Lucian had already seen the baby boy and was eagerly describing his little brother's appearance to Ariana with vivid gestures.

Ariana smiled gently, but an uneasy feeling lingered in her heart.

Even now, she still had no news about Allison's condition. The memory of that violent car crash flashed through her mind, and her eyes darkened with worry. As time passed, that worry only grew heavier. She wasn’t foolish—she could tell Lambert was deliberately avoiding the question.

She had asked about Allison before.

But each time, Lambert had skillfully steered the conversation elsewhere.

From that moment, Ariana understood something must have happened to Allison. So she stopped pressing, deciding to wait until after her discharge to find out more.

Noticing his mother’s distraction, Lucian pouted unhappily. "Mom, were you even listening to me?"

Seeing the slight disappointment on her son’s face, Ariana sighed and ruffled his hair. "I heard you. You said the baby isn’t cute."

Lucian: "..."

After a long pause, the boy finally muttered, "But there’s more. I think he’s really, really ugly. But if he behaves, I’ll protect him."

Since Ariana and Gwen got along well, Gwen had always been kind to Lucian.

Because of that, Lucian felt a little more anticipation for her child.

Unlike his other cousins.

Besides, Lucian had grown up clever and confident, with parents who were both formidable figures. His status in the family had never been challenged, so he felt none of the insecurity or anxiety that often plagued children in powerful families when younger siblings or cousins were born.

Fearful that his position might be threatened.

Lucian, however, had no such concerns.

Ariana chuckled as she patted her eldest son’s head. "Alright, alright, I get it," she said before scooping him up in her arms and stepping into the car.

For a moment, Lucian froze in surprise.

It wasn’t that Ariana had never held him before, but she hadn’t carried him like this since he was much younger. Proud of his "little man" status, Lucian had long insisted on walking on his own. The sudden embrace now sent a flush creeping up his cheeks.

Blushing, he glanced up at his mother, instinctively wanting to ask her to put him down.

Yet, for some reason, he hesitated.

After a brief internal struggle, he decided—just this once, he wouldn’t say anything. This would be the last time! Definitely!

Ariana remained oblivious to her son’s inner turmoil.

Once she settled him into the car, her thoughts immediately drifted elsewhere—to Allison. She realized she couldn’t wait until tomorrow. After paying respects to the family matriarch and her mother-in-law upon returning to the Stone Family residence, she would head straight to the Morris family.

Please, she prayed silently, let Allison be alright.

What Ariana couldn’t have anticipated was that Lambert’s reluctance to speak of Allison wasn’t because something had happened to her, but because Allison’s daughter had passed away.

He knew all too well.

If Ariana found out, she would be utterly devastated. After all, she had been the one holding the child that day. And unlike Allison—who, though in a vegetative state, still had a chance of waking—the little girl was gone forever.

None of this was known to Ariana.

That wasn't the main reason.

What truly gnawed at her was the sudden emptiness and frustration that followed the collapse of her daydream.

Why is the gap between people so vast...

Sheryl suppressed the bitterness in her heart and snapped at the maid, "My duties only cover this area. That section is your responsibility. What? You want me to do your work for you?"

The maid nearly laughed in disbelief.

With a cold sneer, she retorted, "Since when was there a division of responsibilities? I’ve never heard of it. Sheryl, we’re all servants of the Stone family—there’s no hierarchy here. If we’re all maids, then every corner of this villa is every maid’s responsibility. I’ve never heard of us having to clean so much while you just dust a few vases and call it a day."

The other maids listened to their argument in silence.

But it was clear most of them sided with the outspoken maid.

Exactly.

They were all hired help—what gave Sheryl the right to act superior? Weren’t they all on the Stone family’s payroll? Sheryl was just another maid, yet she carried herself like a young mistress, barely lifting a finger. It was downright ridiculous.

Under the weight of their scornful gazes, Sheryl’s expression darkened.

Especially since this maid kept picking on her, spewing such humiliating words and making a fool of her in front of everyone.

Her anger flared instantly.

Biting her lip, she glared at the maid and challenged, "If you’ve got a problem, let’s take this to the butler and see who’s in the wrong. Whoever’s at fault resigns and leaves the Stone family. Do you dare?"

The maid’s face paled, torn between resentment and fury, her jaw clenched tight.