Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 675

Madelyn's face remained stormy even as she stepped out holding the baby.

She walked in heavy silence, her expression dark as thunder. Behind her trailed two bodyguards and a maid—all sent by Irene. Though Irene had wanted to speak with Ariana herself, she feared the woman's temper might flare again, leading to unpredictable consequences. After some hesitation, she'd decided to dispatch her own staff to ensure Madelyn's safety.

Their plan was straightforward: escort Madelyn to the hospital, then return to the Stone Family residence before heading back.

Touched as she was by Irene's thoughtfulness, Madelyn couldn't help but feel a flicker of frustration simmering beneath her gratitude.

*This is exactly why people keep walking all over her—she's too soft!*

Apologize to *her*?

Not a chance.

At the thought, Madelyn's eyes turned glacial. She'd already rehearsed every word she'd hurl at Ariana. Why should Irene—the real victim in this mess—be the one suffering injustice? Forced to leave the country, possibly never to return? The injustice of it twisted like a knife in Madelyn's chest.

Never had she imagined someone could be so venomous. Watching that woman bully her best friend into endless retreat—no, if Madelyn let this slide, she wouldn't deserve her own name!

Blinded by fury, she missed the fleeting hesitation—then steely resolve—that flashed in the maid's eyes beside her.

...

The Stone family's private hospital wasn't accessible to just anyone.

But Madelyn was the eldest daughter-in-law of the Stone family. Naturally, she could come and go as she pleased.

The security guards verified her identity and didn’t stop her, nor the servants and bodyguards trailing behind her. Truth be told, they had considered blocking her, but one icy glare from Madelyn made them reconsider.

After all, she was just bringing her own security detail inside.

No big deal.

A servant carried the child in her arms as Madelyn strode toward the most exclusive ward in the building. Ariana had been here countless times before—she had even stayed for an extended period after her last car accident. A flicker of regret passed through Madelyn’s eyes.

Why hadn’t the heavens let Ariana die in that crash?

If only she had perished—then she wouldn’t be here, a constant thorn in everyone’s side.

Suppressing the cold mockery in her heart, Madelyn stepped into the ward with an air of indifference. The nurses, recognizing the eldest madam, greeted her politely before discreetly excusing themselves. They knew she was likely here to see the third madam, and their presence would only be an intrusion.

At that moment, Ariana was lost in thought.

Lambert still hadn’t returned today—he had been summoned by Old Mr. Stone. Ariana didn’t know what the old man wanted with him, but a woman’s intuition told her it wasn’t anything good.

Madelyn studied Ariana’s calm expression with detached amusement, her lips curling into a faint, mocking smile. "Checking into the hospital so early to wait for childbirth? How very... cautious of you."

Ariana: "..."

Ariana was naturally accompanied by her nutritionist and bodyguards.

Hearing these words, they hesitated, unsure whether to intervene. Mr. Stone had instructed them to protect the young madam, but this situation was... ambiguous. The woman opposite clearly had ill intentions. Should they escort her out?

Ariana seemed to sense their hesitation.

Ariana waved them off. "It's fine. Everyone, step outside. I need to speak with my sister-in-law privately."

Since she insisted, the bodyguards and nutritionists had no choice but to withdraw.

Seeing Ariana dismiss her own people, Madelyn also signaled her attendants to leave. However, one maid hesitated, clutching the baby in her arms. "Madam Stone, it's too cold outside. May I stay here with the young master?"

Madelyn wavered.

Ariana remained silent.

She hadn’t planned to discuss anything confidential, so having an outsider present wasn’t a big deal. Still, privacy would have been preferable. But since the maid refused to leave with the child, she didn’t press further.

She assumed Madelyn had orchestrated this—after all, if they were alone and something happened, the woman might fear being framed. The thought made Ariana’s lips curl into a faint, mocking smile.

Her gaze settled on Madelyn, cool and detached. "I’m not surprised you dislike me. You and Irene are cut from the same cloth. But honestly, I’m curious—where does that hatred in your eyes come from? Is it because I refused to step aside? Hah… how amusing."

Madelyn stiffened, her face flushing with anger. "How dare you keep pretending!"

Ariana’s expression remained icy. "Pretending what?"

Madelyn was seething. She took a sharp breath before sneering, "Ariana, do you think I don’t know what you’re implying? You ruined Irene, and now you’re trying to play the victim. Don’t you find yourself utterly repulsive?"

Instead of anger, Ariana responded with deliberate calm. "Oh? I ruined her? Do enlighten me—how exactly did I do that?"

The maid behind Madelyn, still holding the baby, grew visibly anxious. She quickly interjected, "Madam Stone, the young miss warned you not to argue with the third madam. Just apologize on her behalf, that’s all."