Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 620

Since Madelyn had never intended to marry Arnold in the first place, even after entering the Stone Family household, she made no effort to curry favor with anyone to secure her position.

As a result, the old matriarch held rather lukewarm feelings toward this granddaughter-in-law.

However, given that the child she carried was the Stone family’s next generation, the old lady still inquired, "What did the doctor say? When is Madelyn due?"

Arnold quickly replied with a smile, "They said it could be any moment now—just earlier, the baby kicked, and I thought labor had started, but it turned out to be a false alarm. The doctor thinks it’ll be soon, either tomorrow or the day after." There was unmistakable anticipation in his voice when speaking of his son.

The old lady gave a slight nod. "Good. Then stay at the hospital these next couple of days and take good care of Madelyn."

After a pause, she added thoughtfully, "Just don’t forget about little Alvin. No matter how flawed his mother may be, he is still your son—a child of the Stone family."

In her youth, the old matriarch had also loved someone else, but in the end, she married the Stone family patriarch—a fate predetermined from the moment she was born.

She knew, too, that Old Mr. Stone had carried someone else in his heart.

But she hadn’t cared.

If there was one thing she admired most about him, it was that, like her, he had severed all ties to the past the moment he chose a marriage of alliance. No secret affairs, no keeping mistresses on the side.

Unlike Arnold and Finley nowadays.

Still indulging in outside entanglements.

This was what displeased the old lady most. Either refuse the arranged marriage outright or commit to it fully. Otherwise, what began as a union for the family’s sake would only breed resentment in the end. That was also why she held Lambert in higher regard—not just for his competence, but for his self-discipline.

The old matriarch approved wholeheartedly.

As for Arnold...

Although it appeared he only had Madelyn as his woman, both the old lady and the old man knew full well he had numerous mistresses outside—just like Finley.

As a result, the old lady’s attitude toward Arnold had cooled considerably.

Once, as the eldest grandson of the Stone family, he had held some importance in her eyes. But now, that regard had vanished entirely.

Unaware of the old lady’s thoughts, Arnold continued smiling. "Alright, I understand, Grandma," he said, assuming her concern was for Madelyn’s pregnancy, which pleased him greatly. His expression, however, only deepened the frown on the old man’s face.

Yet the old man said nothing, merely casting him a fleeting glance before looking away.

In the past, he might have voiced his displeasure with a stern lecture.

But now, with an heir already secured, it hardly mattered. His expectations for Arnold had dwindled to nothing. Especially when recalling the deeds his grandson had committed, the old man’s eyes brimmed with unmistakable disgust. Yes, he had learned the truth—that the misfortunes of Ariana and the Morris family were orchestrated by none other than his own grandson.

Perhaps it was a universal instinct.

Though the old man himself had once schemed ruthlessly against his own brothers in his youth.

Yet when the perpetrator was his own grandson, he found it unbearable.

They were both his grandsons, but the one harmed had been the one he favored more. The moment the truth came to light, the old man’s face had darkened. He knew all too well that Lambert, that cunning brat, had deliberately leaked the information—just to gauge his reaction. But the old man had none to offer. If this grandson was already beyond redemption, he saw no reason to shield him.

At this thought, the old man’s eyes flickered briefly before he calmly sipped his tea.

His gaze remained unreadable.

Arnold smirked. "It means he’ll have a bright future—someone truly extraordinary."

The smile gradually faded from Old Mrs. Stone's face. She turned her head slightly, casting a cool glance at Arnold before remarking, "The child hasn't even been born yet—we don't even know if it's a boy or a girl. Why speculate about such distant matters?" There was no mistaking it—Arnold's words were a deliberate attempt to plant seeds of doubt about little Lucian.

Everyone knew that, barring any major upheavals, Lambert would succeed as the head of the Stone family, with Lucian next in line. If Lucian took Arnold's words to heart, it could easily breed resentment toward Ariana's unborn child, whether it turned out to be a younger brother or sister.

But what they didn’t realize was this:

Arnold had spoken with purpose.

His intention was to divert Lambert’s attention—to make him think these remarks were a calculated provocation, leaving him no room to dwell on other matters.

He’d much rather Lambert suspect him of stirring trouble than have him fixate on the car accident.

At worst, the former would only earn him disdain. The latter, however, would spell real trouble.

He knew Lambert’s nature all too well—the man never forgot a slight.

If he ever uncovered the truth, Arnold would have no way out. Right now, he lacked the means to stand against that young wolf. The old patriarch had handed everything to Lambert, leaving him unchecked in his dominance. If not for that, Arnold wouldn’t have resorted to such desperate measures.

The thought kindled a quiet resentment toward the old man.

But he masked it perfectly, not a flicker of emotion crossing his face.

Khloe and his uncle were equally startled by his words. Khloe shot her son a nervous glance, baffled by his behavior today. Even if he loathed Lambert, voicing such thoughts in front of the elders was beyond reckless!