Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 603

Georgia gazed at Kendra Ross (Mrs. Harper) with a complicated expression, seemingly at a loss for words.

Kendra, however, appeared to have long anticipated this reunion. There was no surprise in her eyes—only a quiet, steady stare fixed on Georgia. No, not Georgia. It was Yasmin.

Before the name change, Georgia had been called Yasmin.

Georgia struggled to find the right words, while Kendra simply watched her with detached indifference, making no move to break the silence. Forcing a faint smile, Georgia finally spoke, "Sis... It's been a while."

At the word "sis," a flicker of mockery passed through Kendra's eyes.

"Don’t call me that," she replied coolly.

Georgia stiffened, her hands fidgeting awkwardly as she searched Kendra’s face for any hint of warmth.

Kendra couldn’t care less about what was going through her sister’s mind. Cutting straight to the point, she asked, "What do you want?"

Years ago, Kendra had severed all ties with her younger sister. They hadn’t spoken since.

Yes.

Georgia was her flesh and blood.

Their parents had died in an accident long ago, leaving the two girls orphaned and sent to a state-run home. Kendra, three years older, had always shielded her sister. Back then, many families had wanted to adopt her, but she refused every offer unless they took Yasmin as well. She would never abandon her.

In the end, no one agreed.

So Kendra stayed, raising her sister in that harsh, overcrowded orphanage where meals were fought over and survival demanded toughness. Bit by bit, she hardened into the cold, unyielding woman she was now.

What she never expected was that this fragile equilibrium would shatter when Georgia turned eight. Someone came forward to adopt her sister, and without a second thought, the little girl walked away with them.

Kendra was utterly stunned.

From infancy, Georgia had been sickly—her face perpetually pale, her body frail. Many assumed she was born with some congenital weakness. Over the years, Kendra had sacrificed her own meals, giving every extra bite to her sister until, gradually, color returned to Georgia’s cheeks and strength to her limbs. But the moment her health improved, she abandoned Kendra without hesitation, choosing the adoptive family instead. That alone might have been bearable. Had it not been for what happened afterward, Kendra might not have grown to despise the sister she’d raised with such devotion.

Georgia knew she had wronged her sister.

That was why she had stayed away all these years—why she never reached out.

Because she couldn’t bear to revisit the past.

Her life should have been spotless. Untarnished.

At the thought, her expression darkened with unreadable emotion. She glanced at Kendra, then clenched her jaw and forced out the words: "Sis... I just want to ask—is Irene... is she my...?" She couldn’t finish. Kendra’s icy glare cut her off mid-sentence.

Kendra stared back, her face devoid of warmth. "No. She has nothing to do with you."

Georgia’s eyes reddened. "No! She *has* to be mine. Sis, tell me the truth—is she my child?"

Tears welled in her sister’s eyes, but Kendra remained unmoved.

Time had hardened her.

The woman standing there now was cold. Indifferent.

She feared that if Kendra walked away now, she might never see her again. She knew her aloof and proud sister was capable of cutting ties for good. In a rush, she called out, "Sis, don’t you want to know how she has been all these years?"

As expected, Kendra’s footsteps halted abruptly.

A flicker of hope rose in Georgia’s heart.

She pressed on, her voice softening with emotion, "Sis, I’ve treated her like my own daughter all these years. I know you resent me for what happened, but back then… I had no choice." Her eyes grew distant as she spoke, as if the memories had long been buried and only now resurfaced.

Had it not been for this meeting with Kendra, she might have forgotten them entirely—those events from so long ago.

Kendra didn’t turn around. She stood motionless for a couple of seconds before replying coolly, "I already know how she is. I don’t need you to tell me."

Georgia froze.

Then, Kendra added, her voice devoid of warmth, "I hope this is the last time we meet, Mrs. White."

And just like that, Georgia could only watch, stunned, as Kendra walked away without so much as a backward glance.

Before coming here, Georgia had imagined every possible reaction Kendra might have—even planned to reason with her, to appeal to her emotions if necessary. But she never expected Kendra to simply… not care anymore. Or perhaps… she no longer needed Georgia to learn what she wanted to know.

Of course. After all, she was now the esteemed wife of the illustrious Harper family.

Was there anything she couldn’t find out if she wished?

At that thought, a shadow of complexity flickered in Georgia’s eyes, followed by the faintest trace of regret.