Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 621

After the banquet ended, the eldest branch of the family returned home.

No sooner had they stepped into the living room than the uncle could no longer contain himself. He turned to his son and snapped, "What got into you today? Speaking to Lambert like that in front of your grandparents—have you lost your mind?" Normally, his son knew better than to cross the line, which was why he had always trusted him.

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected his son to say such things in front of Old Mr. Stone and his mistress.

The memory of the old man’s expression and tone sent a chill down his spine.

Even Khloe, who usually doted on their son, remained silent now—clearly displeased as well.

Noticing his parents’ reactions, Arnold let out a cold laugh. "As if sucking up to the old man would’ve made him favor me any more than he already does," he sneered. "The heir’s already been chosen and announced. Do you really think groveling would’ve changed his mind?"

The uncle frowned. "But you didn’t have to provoke Lambert so blatantly—especially in front of your grandfather."

Of course, he knew that barring any major mishaps, the Stone family succession was set in stone.

Though resentful, he wouldn’t dare challenge the old man’s decision. True, even if the eldest branch curried favor, the heir wouldn’t change—but at least they could secure more benefits when the family assets were divided in the future.

Yet Arnold’s words today had clearly displeased the old man.

And not just him—the old mistress too.

He knew his mother all too well. In the past, her favorite had been Hugh, and now it was Lambert, his son.

In the old lady’s mind, Lucian was likely already destined to be Lambert’s successor. In other words, the third branch inheriting the Stone family was a foregone conclusion. But Arnold’s provocation today might make the old lady think the eldest branch still hadn’t given up.

The thought made the uncle’s headache worse.

His gaze toward his son was filled with irritation and reproach, his expression dark as thunder.

Arnold couldn’t explain the day’s events to his father or mother—not that he wanted to. His mind was a tangled mess, and the last thing he needed was another lecture. What gnawed at him most was the uncertainty of whether Lambert had uncovered any evidence against him.

Just as the tension in the room thickened and Khloe opened her mouth to ease the mood, Arnold’s phone rang. He pulled it out, frowned at the screen, then swiped to answer. “What?”

Whatever the person on the other end said made him freeze for a split second before surprise and excitement flickered across his face. “She’s in labor? Got it. I’ll be there soon.”

It was his assistant calling from the hospital, where Madelyn was under observation. Truth be told, not everything he’d told the old man earlier had been a lie—the doctors had predicted the baby would arrive any day now.

Khloe caught on immediately. “Is my grandson coming?”

Arnold gave a curt nod. “They’ve already taken her into the delivery room. I’m heading over now.”

A delighted smile spread across Khloe’s face. “Go ahead. Your father and I will come by after the baby’s born.” Waiting outside the operating room for hours sounded unbearably dull, and she had no intention of sitting around idly.

Arnold didn’t argue. With a brief nod, he turned and left.

The news of his impending grandson softened the anger in his uncle’s expression, though traces of agitation still lingered. Watching his son’s retreating figure, he let out a heavy sigh.

He tilted his head, feigning pity. "Frankly, I’m starting to doubt whether you were ever really his first love. Or maybe... You just don’t matter to him anymore?"

The words struck like a knife.

Irene’s eyes flashed with fury as she glared at him. "That’s none of your business."

Deep down, she knew there might be no place left for her in Lambert’s heart. But she refused to give up. Even if he had let her go, she was certain it wasn’t by his own choice. She knew all too well how cunning Ariana could be—especially with the power of a whisper in the dark.

After all these years away, it was only natural that Lambert would treat her coldly due to misunderstandings and Ariana's schemes.

Watching Irene stubbornly refusing to admit the truth, Arnold scoffed but said nothing more.

And so, the two of them stood outside the operating room for nearly three or four hours before the doors finally swung open. The gloom in Arnold's heart instantly dissipated as he hurried forward. A nurse in a surgical mask smiled at him and said, "Congratulations! Both mother and child are doing well. You have a healthy baby boy—seven pounds and seven ounces."

Arnold's joy swelled even further.

Though he had known it was a boy all along, it wasn’t until this very moment that he could finally breathe easy.

Without hesitation, he asked the nurse where the baby was and immediately went to see him.

The nurse hesitated slightly, but considering that nearly half of new fathers tended to check on the baby first, she swallowed her sympathy for the mother and said nothing.