Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 638

No one knew for certain whether Mr. and Mrs. White had argued that day.

But the servants faintly heard the sound of Mrs. White crying.

No one dared to say a word, though. They exchanged glances and quietly returned to their tasks, pretending they hadn’t heard a thing. From then on, the staff noticed something unusual—Mr. White, who had always been a devoted husband, seemed genuinely upset with his wife. He didn’t return home for days.

At first, Georgia was visibly shaken, her face pale with distress.

Yet as the days passed, she gradually calmed. Even though Gilbert remained absent, she no longer agonized over his absence like before.

It was as if she had given up trying to salvage the situation.

If Gilbert was already so displeased with her, if everything was out in the open—why should she keep pretending? Why bother hiding her affection for her own daughter?

Better to be open about it.

So Georgia stopped grieving. Instead, she began earnestly thinking about how to make things right for her daughter, how to compensate her.

Soon, the servants noticed a woman who bore a striking resemblance to the eldest Miss White frequently visiting the White residence. Mrs. White welcomed her warmly, chatting and laughing with her so intimately that anyone unfamiliar with the situation might have mistaken them for mother and daughter. The staff was baffled, but the lives of the wealthy were beyond their understanding. Assuming this was just another eccentricity of the rich, they minded their own business and carried on as usual.

Irene had been keeping Georgia company these past few days. She studied her carefully before speaking with feigned concern, "Auntie, I hope Uncle and Ariana haven’t been upset with you because of me?"

The words struck a nerve. Already nursing her grievances, Georgia’s heart ached even more.

She shook her head. "Don’t worry about me, dear. In time, your uncle and Ariana will understand."

Watching Georgia sigh, Irene’s smile deepened.

She checked the time and then suggested brightly, "Auntie, it’s still early—why don’t we go shopping? The other day, I saw a dress in a boutique that would suit you perfectly. I wanted to buy it for you, but I wasn’t sure about the size. Why don’t we go take a look today? You could try it on—what do you think?"

Georgia's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Oh, I couldn't possibly let you spend money on me."

Irene shook her head earnestly. "Auntie, please don't laugh at me when I say this, but I felt an instant connection with you—like we were mother and daughter in a past life. This dress really doesn't cost much, and besides, it's my father's money anyway. Consider it my small gesture of appreciation. I just hope you won't think it's too humble."

"How could I ever think that?" Georgia protested, waving her hands. "I'm overjoyed, really." Her expression then dimmed. "After raising Ariana all these years, she's never bought me anything herself. I must have been very unfortunate in this life, not to have a daughter like you. Your parents are truly blessed."

Irene chuckled softly. "Auntie, you're too kind. If you keep praising me like this, I might not dare to visit again."

Georgia burst into laughter, nodding. "Alright, alright, no more compliments. Shall we go?"

With a sweet "Mm-hmm," Irene linked arms with her, and the two set off together.

The butler watched the retreating figures of his mistress and the unfamiliar young woman, his face a mask of complicated emotions. The cook stole a glance too, then ventured hesitantly, "Sir... perhaps you should advise Madam?" Having served the White family for years, she felt compelled to voice her concern.

Shouldn't reconciling with the master be the priority right now?

Instead, Madam was chatting away with some unknown girl and going shopping for clothes. If the master found out, wouldn't it only deepen the rift between them?

Ignoring her, Gwen turned to chat with Ariana instead.

Ariana responded with mild interest, engaging in idle conversation—until she spotted someone.

As luck would have it, that person noticed her too.

Irene’s lips curled into an even wider smile as she narrowed her eyes. Clinging to Georgia’s arm in an exaggerated display of closeness, she feigned surprise at the sight of Ariana and her companions.

"What a coincidence!" she chirped. "Out shopping too? Why don’t we join you?"

Georgia clearly hadn’t expected to run into Ariana like this. Her expression stiffened.

Madelyn curled her lips into a faint smile.

With a meaningful glance at Ariana, she asked, "Care to join us, sister-in-law?" Then she turned to Irene, adding casually, "Oh, I almost forgot—Irene, who is this lady?"

Irene blinked, as if snapping out of a daze. "Ah, my apologies, how scatterbrained of me. This is Auntie Georgia, Ariana's mother."

Ariana stood rigid, her icy gaze fixed on Georgia, her lips pressed into a thin, silent line.

As for Gwen, her mind was in complete disarray.

Her thoughts spun in frantic circles—what on earth was happening? What did this mean? This middle-aged woman was Ariana’s mother? But why was she here with Irene, the eldest daughter of the Harper family? Then, like a bolt from the blue, the rumor about Irene being Lambert’s first love flashed through her mind. Gwen’s expression froze, caught between shock and utter bewilderment.