Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 596

On the other end, ever since Georgia encountered that girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to Ariana, her mind had been in a constant daze.

A persistent thought gnawed at her—what if that girl was her long-lost daughter? The daughter she had been forced to abandon.

But then...

The girl’s refined manners and polished demeanor spoke of an upbringing in privilege. Having spent years as a wealthy socialite herself, Georgia could instantly recognize the worth of Irene’s attire—nothing short of two million. Clearly, the girl came from a well-off family.

This realization only deepened Georgia’s torment.

Should she dig deeper to confirm whether the girl was truly her flesh and blood? Or should she let it go?

If the girl really was her daughter, seeing her thrive in such comfort would ease a mother’s worries. But if she wasn’t… recklessly pursuing the truth risked exposing the past—a price Georgia couldn’t afford to pay.

The uncertainty left her restless.

Agitated.

Her spirit withered, her thoughts tangled in helpless indecision.

Gilbert, her husband of many years, had noticed his wife’s recent distress. At first, he assumed she was still preoccupied with Ariana’s well-being and had even quietly admired her newfound maternal concern. But now that Ariana had fully recovered and Georgia remained withdrawn, he grew puzzled.

Never one to keep his thoughts to himself, Gilbert finally spoke up. "Georgia, what’s been bothering you lately?"

Lost in her thoughts about the girl, Georgia didn’t register his words until he repeated himself. She blinked, meeting her husband’s slightly furrowed brow, and forced a faint smile. "What is it, Gilbert?"

Gilbert furrowed his brows. "Has something been bothering you lately? You always seem so distracted."

Georgia's heart raced with panic. She shook her head quickly. "No, nothing. I'm just still worried about what happened to Ariana that day. That's all, really."

The excuse sounded flimsy even to her own ears.

But Gilbert wasn't the type to pry. Seeing the forced smile on his wife's face, he sighed deeply. "Georgia, I think it's best if you stay out of Jane's affairs from now on."

Georgia froze momentarily before understanding dawned on her.

So he thought her distress was about Jane. Relief washed over her—both from his misinterpretation and from the bitter irony of having to conceal her true worries about her own daughter. The sorrow in her eyes deepened imperceptibly.

Misreading her expression, Gilbert's sigh grew heavier. It wasn't that he resented his wife's kindness. But that kindness was wasted on someone like Jane.

The moment that girl had leaked company secrets, any affection he'd had for her evaporated. A cold glint flashed through his eyes as he continued, "If you're concerned about the money you gave her, I'm afraid it's too late for regrets. She's squandered every cent."

In the past, Gilbert would have immediately comforted Georgia and replenished her funds.

Not this time.

Perhaps it was better to let her learn this lesson. Otherwise, she'd keep falling for Jane's schemes.

To Georgia, his words struck like a bolt from the blue.

A niece like that wasn’t worth keeping.

After hearing Gilbert's words, the cold sweat on Georgia's face gradually subsided. She lifted her gaze to meet her husband's eyes and said calmly, "Alright, I understand. I won't see Jane anymore."

Her expression was utterly detached as she spoke, as if her heart had been thoroughly broken.

But only Georgia herself knew the truth—her entire being was now consumed by thoughts of her eldest daughter. With her own flesh and blood back in her life, she no longer had any need for Jane, that incompetent niece whom her husband despised.

Besides...

She was her daughter.

Her previous fondness for Jane stemmed from the fact that she was his child, yet also the daughter of her closest friend. This duality had created complex emotions within her. In a way, she'd projected the image of the daughter she'd been forced to abandon onto Jane. But now that her real daughter had reappeared—the legitimate child born from the man she truly loved—Jane faded into irrelevance.

Seeing his wife's apparent clarity of mind, Gilbert sighed heavily. "I know this pains you," he said with earnest concern, "but Jane isn't that cheerful little girl who used to brighten our days anymore. Your indulgence will only enable her worst tendencies."

Georgia forced a thin smile as she regarded her well-meaning husband. "I know," she replied.

And she truly did know—with sharp regret.

If only she hadn't given all that money to Jane earlier. Had she kept it, perhaps she could have found ways to redirect those funds to her own daughter.

Though her living circumstances might appear comfortable on the surface, who knew what hardships lay beneath? After all, there would always be a difference—she wasn't their biological child.