Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 659

During this time, Georgia had also calmed down.

She deeply regretted driving Gilbert away in a fit of anger. Though she didn’t love him, she needed him—this husband she had grown accustomed to. Moreover, Irene still didn’t know she was her biological mother, and there was a good chance they might never acknowledge each other.

In the end, the only person she could truly rely on was her husband.

Letting Gilbert stay away without even a single phone call had been utterly foolish. Now that he had finally returned, she couldn’t afford to let him leave again.

Her expression softened slightly as she gazed at him with pale, pleading eyes. "Gilbert," she said slowly, deliberately, "we’re not young anymore. What’s the point of all this fighting? I know you’re still angry with me, and I deserve it. But I truly realize my mistake now, and I’m sorry. Life is only a few decades long, and we’ve already lived most of ours."

Her voice trembled slightly. "I don’t want to spend what little time we have left arguing and holding grudges. Please, Gilbert… forgive me. Come home, won’t you?"

Her eyes were filled with such sincerity, such quiet desperation, that Gilbert felt a sharp pang in his chest.

He sighed heavily before speaking in a measured tone. "You’re right—we’re too old for this. I don’t want to fight either. But Georgia, Ariana is our only child. No matter what happens, you must protect her. Don’t let idle gossip turn you against her." His voice grew weary. "I blame myself, too. I’ve sheltered you too much all these years."

A shadow crossed his face. "Now that Ariana is with the Stone family, life won’t be easy for her. Lambert is the future heir, and many will try to undermine her. You… you’re too soft-hearted. Too easily swayed. From now on, if you’re ever uncertain or troubled, come to me first. Don’t listen to outsiders."

This was the root of his frustration—and his helplessness.

If he were honest with himself, he had regrets too.

Had he known his protection would make Georgia so naive and kind-hearted, he would never have shielded her from all life's storms. Now Georgia was no longer in her twenties—she was in her forties, a mother herself.

The memory of her words that day still sent a surge of anger through Gilbert.

He never expected Georgia to say such things. No sane person would encourage their daughter to divorce, let alone imply she was the other woman.

This was his fault.

He had sheltered her too much, molded her into this.

Would she end up doing more harm than good for their daughter in the future?

That was his greatest fear. It was why he had been so furious—not just because of what she said, but because he dreaded the possibility of someone targeting Ariana through Georgia. If that happened, Ariana would be caught between enemies.

The last thing he wanted was to see his own wife, unwittingly, become a weapon against their daughter.

Noticing the regret in Gilbert's eyes, Georgia sensed his hesitation.

Seizing the moment, she quickly said, "I understand, Gilbert. I won’t act like that again."

Thankfully, he hadn’t placed all the blame on her. There was still room to mend things between them. Silently, Georgia vowed never to repeat such a mistake. She had been foolish—those words should never have left her lips so recklessly.

Not only had she failed to help Irene, but she might have also made Gilbert suspicious.

For all she knew, he could have already investigated who she had been in contact with.

The thought of Gilbert turning against Irene to protect Ariana filled her with dread. She knew him too well—he was capable of it. First, because he believed Ariana was his daughter, his loyalty would naturally lie with her. Second, the alliance between the Stone and White families was built on mutual benefit—one he wouldn’t allow to be broken.

The cloud of gloom and suppressed agitation finally lifted from Gilbert's face. At last, it seemed his wife had truly understood.

Seizing the moment, Georgia smiled warmly. "Alright, enough talking. You must be tired. Have you had dinner yet? Let me go downstairs and make you a bowl of noodles."

Gilbert blinked in surprise. "You're cooking?"

But the drug’s effects had been too potent. He’d only relieved himself once with his hand—no one else had been involved. Though he’d taken medicine afterward, the best antidote for that kind of drug was, well, *company*. So even though he was mostly back to normal by the next morning, some lingering aftereffects remained.

Hmm…

His voice was a little hoarse, and his energy wasn’t quite what it should be.

Still, nothing too serious.

But staying away from home any longer wasn’t an option. This was the first time he’d spent the night elsewhere without being on a business trip, and he didn’t want Ariana to overthink it.

So once he felt well enough the next day, he headed back.

The moment he stepped into the villa, the butler spotted him and hurried over.

"Where’s Ariana?" Lambert asked.

The butler replied formally, "The young mistress is in her bedroom upstairs."

Lambert gave a slight nod before asking, "Has she had breakfast yet?"

With the same measured tone, the butler answered, "The young mistress said she wasn't hungry, so she hasn't eaten yet."

Lambert's brow furrowed instantly.

He knew this pattern all too well—every time Ariana was pregnant, her appetite suffered. But this time was the worst yet. For a fleeting moment, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. If she were truly suffering this much, he wouldn't hesitate to terminate the pregnancy.