Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 635

Upon recognizing her father, Ariana managed a faint smile and murmured softly, "Dad, you're here."

Seeing his daughter awake, Gilbert visibly relaxed. He strode to her bedside, his brow furrowing with concern. "Why does this pregnancy seem so much harder on you? And where’s Lambert? Why isn’t he here with you?" The thought of his daughter suffering for Lambert’s child while the man himself was nowhere to be seen ignited his temper.

Ariana sighed. "He just left for the office. He’s been taking care of me all this time, but the company can’t be neglected either. He goes in for a few hours each day to handle urgent documents and brings the rest back to work on here in the hospital."

Somewhat mollified, Gilbert gave a reluctant nod. He pulled up a chair and sat down, studying his daughter’s weary expression with worry. He still had no idea about the rift between Ariana and Georgia.

After that incident, Kiara had moved into the school dormitory and hadn’t returned home, not even during breaks. Getting any information from her was out of the question.

Georgia, for her part, wasn’t foolish enough to expose her own missteps. So Gilbert remained unaware that Ariana had visited home recently—or what had transpired there.

He leaned forward, his voice firm. "I’ll have your mother come over later to take care of you. She’s been through this before and knows what to do. Those maids or nutritionists—none of them can look after you properly." As for Ariana’s mother-in-law, she was even less of an option.

Having never been pregnant herself, she wouldn’t have a clue how to tend to an expectant mother. And Gilbert didn’t trust the hired help. Georgia was the best choice—it might even help mend the strained bond between mother and daughter.

Ariana lifted her gaze to meet his, hesitating briefly before replying, "We’ll see."

Gilbert was puzzled, unable to grasp the meaning behind his daughter's vague 'We'll see.' Had something else happened during his absence? Ironically, his intuition was spot-on—but he dismissed the thought almost immediately.

Lately, he had witnessed firsthand how sincerely his wife was trying to mend her relationship with their daughter. He now understood just how gravely she had erred in the past.

Surely, there couldn’t be any new rift between them. Perhaps Ariana simply had her own plans...

With that, Gilbert let the subject drop and steered the conversation elsewhere. Ariana remained gentle in her responses, and gradually, the atmosphere warmed. She could sense her father’s genuine remorse and his efforts to make amends—actions she had observed closely.

So now, she no longer held any resentment toward him.

Ariana chose not to mention the incident with Georgia to her father—partly to spare him the anger, partly because there was little point in dredging it up.

But while she kept silent...

She had forgotten about one person.

Kiara.

It was Saturday, and Kiara, who had been staying at school all this time, hadn’t returned to the White Family household—in fact, she had even considered never going back. She had also resisted visiting Ariana, afraid that her aunt might misunderstand her intentions again. But after hearing how severely Ariana was suffering from morning sickness, she had wrestled with herself before finally deciding to come.

As luck would have it, the moment she arrived, she ran into her uncle—who hadn’t been home in days—standing right there in the hospital room.

Frozen in the doorway, she hesitated.

As an uncle, there were limits to what he could say.

But Ariana was her sister—she could speak more frankly.

What he didn't anticipate was Ariana's icy demeanor when he turned to her. She was studying Kiara with narrowed eyes, clear disapproval in her gaze. Worried Ariana might misinterpret Kiara's reluctance as rebelliousness, Gilbert quickly added, "We'll let it slide this time. But next weekend, you're coming home, understood? With my frequent business trips, your aunt gets terribly lonely—she counts on your company."

Biting her lip hard against the misunderstanding, Kiara looked between her uncle and Ariana—whose knowing expression suggested she'd already pieced things together. The dam broke.

"Uncle..." Her voice cracked. "I... I don't know how to explain, but please—when you get home, talk to Aunt Georgia. Someone's been poisoning her mind against me, and she won't listen when I try to reason with her. It has to be you." She could endure personal slights indefinitely, but this involved Ariana, already in fragile health.

What if her aunt's next visit provoked Ariana into premature labor?

That would be disastrous enough.

But worse was the fear that this might permanently rupture Ariana and her mother's relationship.

She refused to let some troublemaker's malice drive an irreparable wedge between them. Even bearing her aunt's unfair accusations, she still prayed for her uncle's household to remain whole.

Baffled, Gilbert frowned. "What are you talking about? How is Georgia involved?" His voice sharpened. "Explain this properly."