Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 662

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Logically speaking, people with Lambert's social standing and wealth rarely attend their children's parent-teacher meetings.

But seeing the look on Ariana's face, Lambert twitched his lips and ultimately didn't argue.

Fine, if she wanted him to go, he'd go.

After all, it was his son.

Still... Lambert cast a quiet glance at Ariana's belly before frowning slightly. "Your nutritionist mentioned this pregnancy has been particularly rough on you."

Ariana hummed noncommittally. "It's manageable."

Lambert's expression softened with concern. He stepped closer, gently resting a hand on her abdomen before murmuring, "After this one, we're really done."

Ariana scoffed. "That's what you said last time."

Clearing his throat, Lambert admitted, "I didn't expect another... surprise." Then, pressing a light kiss to the back of her hand, he added, "But don't worry—this time, it's truly impossible. I got a vasectomy right after we found out about this pregnancy."

Ariana had meant it as a joke, but his words caught her off guard.

Studying his face, she realized he wasn't teasing.

In an instant, an indescribable warmth swelled in her chest—something between gratitude and overwhelming emotion. Her voice wavered slightly. "You didn’t have to go that far... We could’ve just, well... been more careful in the future." Her cheeks flushed as she spoke.

Lambert arched a brow. "Even with caution, accidents happen. This way, it's a permanent solution."

Frequent pregnancies took a severe toll on the mother's body.

Especially in such quick succession.

To be honest, Lambert had been plagued by nightmares ever since Ariana became pregnant. In his dreams, something terrible would happen during her delivery—either she'd suffer severe complications that shortened her lifespan, or she'd pass away suddenly in an accident. Each time, he'd jolt awake in a cold sweat, his heart pounding.

At times, he even resented the unborn child in Ariana's belly—his own flesh and blood. If it truly came down to a choice, he'd rather have no children at all, as long as Ariana remained healthy and could grow old by his side. Nothing else mattered to him.

Though Ariana wasn't fully aware of his thoughts, she could sense something was off.

With a soft chuckle, she deliberately changed the subject. "Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" she asked playfully, expecting him to answer "girl" as he always did—just so she could feign annoyance and tease him back. That way, the faint melancholy hanging in the air would fade.

But to her surprise, Lambert simply replied, "Either is fine."

Ariana: "..."

Something about him today felt... strange. Did he do something he shouldn't have? she wondered with a huff.

Lambert slowly got up and walked to the wardrobe, pulling out a shirt at random. As he changed, he muttered, "I'm heading to the office—thanks to you and your brilliant ideas. I'll have to work late tonight, or else I won't make it to your precious eldest son's parent-teacher meeting tomorrow."

Ariana crossed her arms. "He's your son too, you know."

Lambert arched a brow. "If he weren't yours, even if he were mine, I wouldn't bother going."

Ariana: "..."

She thought Lambert should probably head to the office soon. If he stayed any longer, her face would surely burn crimson from his relentless flirting. The man seemed to have swallowed a love potion today, showering her with sweet nothings one after another, leaving her utterly defenseless.

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