Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 616

The little one's charm was absolutely lethal—doubly so!

At the very least, the old lady’s heart melted instantly. She pulled her great-grandson into a tight hug, then shot Carson a mock-scolding glance. "You little rascal, don’t think I don’t know you’re always bullying your brother! That toy car belongs to Kevin, and here you are snatching it away." As she spoke, Kevin, still nestled in his great-grandmother’s arms, stuck his tongue out at Carson with a mischievous grin.

The old man couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

Unlike his three sons and three grandsons, these three great-grandsons practically lived in the main family villa—it was impossible not to see them every day. Over time, the old man’s initial fondness had deepened into something far more tender, as if he’d raised them himself. The feeling was entirely different.

So when he watched the two little ones bickering playfully, his eyes brimmed with quiet amusement.

But just as this warm atmosphere enveloped the villa, a small hand darted out of nowhere and snatched the toy car straight from Kevin’s unsuspecting grasp. For a moment, Kevin just blinked, stunned, as if he couldn’t process what had happened.

The triumphant thief, grinning from ear to ear, declared, "It’s mine now!"

The boy, brimming with smug energy, was none other than Collin, the eldest grandson of the second branch.

In an instant, the air in the villa turned icy.

The second branch froze on the spot, while the first branch, after a brief pause, exchanged amused glances, clearly ready to enjoy the drama. As for Hugh and Jolene from the third branch, though displeased that their grandson’s toy had been taken, they weren’t some ordinary family—they could easily afford another toy car.

Hugh opened his mouth, ready to smooth things over—

But the old man, anticipating his move, silenced him with a single sharp glance.

The old man's gaze was icy, his expressionless face tinged with a faint gloom. Collin had just snatched the toy he wanted to play with, but before he could even revel in his victory, he sensed the atmosphere around him shift. Children are acutely sensitive to such changes in mood and tension.

In an instant, Collin felt lost. He lifted his head and glanced toward where his grandmother stood.

Clutching the toy, he ran over to her and pouted unhappily, "Grandma, can we go home? I don’t want to stay here anymore."

That old man’s stare had unsettled him.

Children’s memories are fleeting, and since the second branch of the family rarely brought Collin to the main house except during holidays, he didn’t realize the old man was actually his great-grandfather. He simply assumed he was just another elder, like his grandmother.

And if he were like his grandmother, surely he’d dote on him the same way, right?

So he saw nothing wrong with his behavior.

The moment Collin’s words fell, everyone in the villa could feel the air thicken with tension. Even the first branch of the family, which had been openly gloating earlier, now grew uneasy and apprehensive. It was clear—the old man was furious.

Finley was utterly stunned.

He glanced at his son, frustrated by the boy’s lack of tact.

But fearing his grandfather’s wrath, he quickly interjected, "Grandfather, Collin is still young, he doesn’t know any better—" Before he could finish, the old man’s piercing glare froze him in place.

The old man shot him a cold look before turning his gaze toward his second son and daughter-in-law, their faces pale and strained. "A child born to a mother with no standing will naturally amount to nothing. Get him out of here. Since when did the Stone family become a place for every stray to wander in? If you can’t raise him properly, then don’t bother. A thing like this won’t amount to much in the future anyway."

His eyes burned with undisguised contempt.

Just then, Collin burst into loud, dramatic wails.

It had taken him a moment to realize his grandmother had taken the toy from him, but once it sank in, he immediately resorted to his usual tactic—screaming at the top of his lungs. Every time he wanted more of something and his grandmother refused, this was how he got his way. And it always worked.

So now…

The entire villa echoed with Collin’s ear-splitting cries.

The entire second branch of the family froze in place.

Second Uncle was the first to snap out of it. He swiftly yanked his grandson close, shooting him a sharp glare to silence his wailing, then turned to Old Mr. Stone with a hesitant, "Dad, I—"

Before he could finish, the old man cut him off with an impatient frown. "Get out. All of you."

Aster stood dumbstruck.

Her face twisted in dismay, her eyes reddening with frustration. She turned to the matriarch, voice trembling. "Mom, this—"

The old woman’s lips twitched slightly. Watching Collin thrashing and howling on the floor, a flicker of disgust flashed in her eyes. Her tone was icy. "Take him home. In this state, he won’t be sitting down for dinner. Your father and I are too old for this noise. Leave now—and don’t bring him back until he’s learned some manners."

The unspoken message was clear: Until then, he wasn’t welcome in the main house.

Which meant no holidays. Not even the New Year.