Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 650

Evening, inside the brightly lit villa.

This was the villa where Ariana and Lambert used to live. Originally, when Lambert proposed moving out with Ariana, the old madam had been against it. But somehow, he managed to persuade her, and she reluctantly agreed in the end.

However, the butler and servants from the main residence were all sent over—just to ensure nothing went wrong with Ariana’s pregnancy.

Of course.

To guarantee proper care for Ariana and her unborn child, only two or three of the servants were personally selected by the old madam. The rest were the same staff who had previously attended to Ariana and Lambert in their villa.

They simply couldn’t risk unfamiliar servants mishandling her needs.

This alone was enough to show just how much importance was placed on this pregnancy. Whether the child was a boy or a girl, it wouldn’t hold much weight in the succession of the Stone family—after all, Lucian was already the heir.

And if not him, there were still the two brothers, Kevin and Carson.

So, the expectations for Ariana’s child were rather pure—simply the joy of welcoming a new great-grandson or great-granddaughter.

"Sheryl," the old butler from the main residence frowned at the maid before him. "The old madam made it clear—every corner must be spotless, all edges smoothed, and carpets laid across the floors. But look at what you’ve done here?"

The old butler had been dispatched by the old madam herself.

Yet far from feeling slighted, he was actually pleased. After all, he knew Sir Lambert had already been designated by Old Mr. Stone as the family’s successor.

He was genuinely pleased to be assigned to take care of Sir Lambert and his wife.

Especially since he knew how much Old Mr. Stone and Old Mistress valued the pregnancy of the Third Young Mistress. He couldn’t afford to slack off.

He had arrived early to ensure the villa was thoroughly cleaned by the staff, all in preparation for the young couple’s return. But to his dismay, upon inspection, he found some of the maids hadn’t done their jobs properly—just look at this coffee table, still covered in dust!

With the Young Mistress pregnant, what if she inhaled even a speck of dust and it harmed the baby?

Faced with the butler’s reprimand, Sheryl bit her lip and murmured softly, "I’m sorry… It’s my fault. I didn’t notice." The butler was her distant uncle, so she didn’t dare talk back, even though she felt deeply wronged.

A surge of resentment rose in her chest. Weren’t they all human beings? And wasn’t this the 21st century?

Why did these outdated hierarchies still exist?

Servants?

Did they think this was some ancient household where maids could be scolded and beaten at will?

The butler merely lectured her—after all, Sheryl was his distant relative, and he couldn’t let her make mistakes. Seeing her admit fault, he nodded and said, "Hurry and clean it up properly. The Young Master and Young Mistress will be back tonight."

Sheryl kept her head lowered. "Mm."

With that, the butler left her alone and moved on to inspect other areas. Sheryl slowly lifted her gaze, watching his retreating figure, her eyes glinting with something unreadable.

She didn’t want to live like this anymore—her self-respect trampled underfoot.

Sure, she was a maid, but she wasn’t some indentured servant bound to the Stone family! Why did everyone look down on her? Thinking of the decision she had been hesitating over, a steely resolve finally flashed in her eyes.

...

Back then, she had thought she’d gladly die for the life growing inside her.

It was also during that time that she finally understood, her resentment toward her own mother softening into something more complicated. Later, when her mother tried to mend their fractured relationship, Ariana met her halfway. But perhaps she’d been wrong. Not every mother loved her child.

No—that wasn’t quite right either.

Georgia adored Irene. It was only Ariana she had never wanted.

Her lashes trembled faintly, lips pressing into a thin line. Her eyes betrayed nothing.

Before long, Lambert returned. The butler brightened at the sight of him and stepped forward. "Sir."

Lambert was momentarily surprised but quickly deduced that the old matriarch had sent him. Without further inquiry, he asked instead, "Where’s Ariana?"

"Madam is upstairs," the butler replied.

Lambert gave a curt nod and turned toward the staircase. The butler stopped him with a respectful inquiry. "Sir, Madam hasn’t had dinner yet. Would you ask if she’s hungry? If so, I’ll have the servants bring a meal up."

Hearing that Ariana still hadn’t eaten, Lambert’s brow furrowed.

"Understood," he said tersely before striding upstairs, his quickened steps betraying his urgency to see his wife.

At that moment, Ariana sat by the bed, idly flipping through a book. The sound of the door opening drew her gaze upward, and a faint smile touched her lips at the sight of Lambert.

Perhaps due to the strain of this pregnancy and her prolonged melancholy, her smile seemed fragile, almost translucent. The sight of it twisted something restless in Lambert’s chest.