Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 623

With that, Irene took out a business card from her wallet and handed it to the driver.

When she reached for her wallet, the driver initially thought she was going to offer money, his expression instantly darkening. Realizing it was just a business card, he merely frowned and said, "Accidents happen, but next time, don’t cross the street like that. It’s not just dangerous for you—it’s dangerous for others too!"

After all, nothing serious had happened, and his car was unharmed. There was no way he’d actually take money from her.

Seeing her polite and apologetic demeanor, the driver gradually softened his tone.

Irene wore a look of sincere remorse. "I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again. I’ve caused you unnecessary trouble."

The driver wasn’t the type to push things when he was already in the right. With her apologizing so earnestly, he couldn’t bring himself to keep harping on it. Once he’d vented the lingering fear and anger from nearly hitting someone, his temper settled.

Watching the driver return to his car, Irene exhaled in relief. She then turned to the others nearby, offering quick apologies before carefully guiding Georgia to the sidewalk. Her brows knitted with concern as she studied the older woman. "Auntie, why are you out here alone? Are you alright? Did you get hurt anywhere?"

Georgia gazed at her daughter’s worried face, her eyes growing warm. She turned her head slightly to hide her emotions, forcing her voice to sound steady. "N-no, I’m fine. Thank you for earlier, Miss... Harper."

A glint of something shrewd flickered in Irene’s eyes. "Calling me ‘Miss Harper’ is too formal. I’m Ariana’s friend—just call me Irene."

There was no denying it—Irene’s appearance was disarmingly deceptive. Even if she weren’t Georgia’s daughter, the older woman would have found it hard to resist her charm.

Not to mention that she was her own flesh and blood.

Watching her own daughter treat her with such kindness, even without recognizing her, made Georgia's heart ache all the more. This gentle, kind-hearted girl was hers—yet she had failed in every way as a mother, never once caring for her.

So many years had been lost in her life.

The more she thought about it, the harder it became to hold back. Despite her efforts, Georgia's eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Irene was taken aback.

Georgia waved her hand, flustered, trying to mask her emotions. "Forgive me... Seeing you just reminded me of Ariana, and I couldn't help myself. Don't laugh at me, Irene." As she spoke, she wiped away her tears, not wanting this single encounter to leave a strange impression on her daughter.

Of course, Irene had no idea this woman was actually her birth mother.

So when she noticed Georgia's unusual reaction and heard her explanation, her eyes flickered with suspicion. That statement... was loaded with ambiguity.

Ariana was perfectly fine, and the White family was nearby.

There was no reason for her to get so emotional just from seeing a girl who resembled her daughter and exchanging a few words.

Unless...

There was something more to this.

At that thought, Irene's eyes narrowed slightly.

She had helped Georgia earlier simply because it reminded her of the scene at the hospital—Ariana's mother, who was clearly foolish and easily swayed. The fact that she had even spoken up for Irene back then proved as much. So she figured she might as well lend Georgia a hand and get closer to her.

First, she wanted to create some internal strife for Ariana.

At the very least, she could drive a wedge between mother and daughter, making them emotionally distant.

Yes, Irene suspected that the reason Ariana's mother remained firmly seated as the matriarch of the White family was largely due to her daughter's maneuvering.

After just a few minor clashes, Irene had already grasped the cunning tactics of this woman.

With unspoken intentions, Irene invited Georgia into her car, offering to drive her back to the White Family residence. Georgia cherished this rare opportunity to be alone with her daughter. She kept stealing glances at Irene, her eyes brimming with tenderness and longing.

After being scrutinized one too many times, Irene grew slightly irritated—though she didn’t show it. Instead, she smiled and asked, "Auntie, what are you looking at?"

Georgia quickly averted her gaze, shaking her head. "Oh, nothing... nothing at all."

Irene chuckled lightly. "Is it because I resemble Ariana, and it reminds you of her? Haha, I have to admit, there is some strange connection between us. Though I’m not as fortunate as her—married to a doting husband and blessed with three adorable sons."

Georgia noticed the fleeting shadow that crossed her daughter’s face, and her heart ached sharply.

Her resentment toward Ariana deepened.

"You’ll find someone who cherishes you, too," Georgia said softly. "You’re such a kind soul. The moment I saw you, I felt an instant connection. I’ve never met anyone as gentle and lovely as you."

Had Gilbert seen Irene, he might have recognized something familiar about her.

Because Irene was the spitting image of Georgia in her youth.

Like two peas in a pod.

Especially that unmistakable aura—identical in every way.