Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 600

Sheryl had only said those words to Lucian to play up her vulnerable position.

After careful observation, she noticed that Ariana spent very little time with the young master. Though this was common in wealthy families, a child would still feel a sense of distance and sadness deep down. Sheryl wanted to use this to make Lucian see her as the one in need of sympathy, while painting his mother as domineering and unreasonable in his mind.

But Lucian’s sharp retort, paired with his impatient expression, caught Sheryl completely off guard.

She had assumed the young master didn’t like his mother. After all, the lady of the house was always either at the company or with the other set of twin sons. Who would have thought he’d defend her so fiercely?

At this realization, Sheryl’s face darkened.

Luckily, no other servants were around in the dining area, or she would have been utterly humiliated.

Seeing Sheryl still lingering, Lucian frowned. "I said I don’t need any help, didn’t I?"

Sheryl didn’t want to offend the young master. Gritting her teeth, she forced a smile and slowly retreated.

Only after Sheryl left did Lucian’s expression soften slightly. As his personal attendant, Sheryl spent more time with him than others did—simply because his mother was always busy. But that didn’t mean Lucian saw her as a mother figure.

At most, he felt a mild fondness for her.

What had really irked him was how Sheryl had completely ignored Shawn, acting as if he didn’t exist. That was why Lucian had deliberately shown her his displeasure.

The look on Sheryl’s face just now had been eerily similar to that kindergarten classmates who used to look down on Shawn.

He didn't like it.

Shawn seemed to sense Lucian's discomfort. He glanced at him briefly.

Lucian cleared his throat and lowered his head to continue his breakfast. Shawn pressed his lips together, hesitating for a moment before finally speaking. "Sorry... about what I said earlier. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have..." Deep down, Shawn knew that his mother and younger sister’s accident had nothing to do with Aunt Ariana. But at the time, his emotions had spiraled out of control. When he overheard other classmates whispering that Aunt Ariana was to blame, he had completely lost his rationality.

Somehow, he had convinced himself it was true.

Because he needed someone to blame. And at that moment, Lucian had just happened to try comforting him.

That was how the whole mess had started.

Seeing Shawn apologize actually made Lucian flush slightly with embarrassment. He coughed again, shaking his head before mumbling, "It's... It's fine. As long as you understand that Aunt Allison and Beibei’s situation had nothing to do with my mom."

Shawn met his gaze briefly before nodding with a quiet, "Mm."

...

Meanwhile, over the past few days, Georgia had been calling Ariana nonstop, insisting on visiting her. But Ariana had turned her down every time.

She was simply too busy.

Today, however, she finally had some free time. After a moment’s thought, she decided to head straight home—better that than having her mother come to her.

When Georgia received Ariana’s call saying she was coming back, she was overjoyed.

Yet Georgia didn’t stop to consider how Ariana had been coping lately with the matters concerning Allison and Allison’s daughter. Though the girl wasn’t her biological child, she had taken her as her goddaughter. And to have held her in her arms as she passed away—no one could simply brush aside that kind of pain.

It would be strange if Ariana were in high spirits.

But Georgia didn’t dwell on any of that. Her heart was too full of disappointment and resentment toward her daughter.

Still, she remembered what Gilbert had said earlier, so her displeasure flickered only briefly before she pressed on, "Last time at the hospital, I saw that friend of yours—the one who came to see you. Are you two close? I remember she went abroad."

Ariana’s fingers stilled for an instant.

Georgia didn’t notice.

She continued, "I quite liked that girl at first glance. You don’t have many friends—next time, bring her over for a visit."

Ariana lifted her eyes to meet her mother’s gaze, then let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Mom, I’m married now." The implication was clear—she wasn’t a child anymore. Even if she were to invite a friend over, her home was no longer the White Family residence, but the Stone family’s.

And besides—

"She’s not my friend. Didn’t you see what she came for last time?"

Georgia froze.

Only then did she recall—the girl had come to apologize, as if there had been some past conflict between them.