Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 678

The cold surgical doors bore an illuminated sign that read "Emergency Operation in Progress."

Lambert stood motionless outside, his expression as impassive as an ice sculpture. An aura of suffocating intensity radiated from him, so oppressive that the people standing behind him broke into a cold sweat.

The situation had been chaotic from the start.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, there had been no time for anesthesia. Ariana was fully conscious inside, enduring the agony of childbirth.

This wasn’t the first time Lambert had waited outside an operating room while Ariana gave birth.

But never before had he felt such overwhelming tension and dread.

He was submerged in an indescribable panic, his entire being drained of color.

He had received the news at the Stone family estate.

The moment he learned about the hospital fire, his face turned ashen. He had sped through multiple red lights to get there as fast as possible. By the time he arrived, the flames had been extinguished, and Ariana had already been rescued—now undergoing emergency surgery. The accident had triggered premature labor.

And Lambert could do nothing but stand there, useless and powerless, listening to Ariana’s muffled, exhausted cries of pain from inside.

Just hearing her was enough to make him feel every ounce of her suffering.

He barely registered the stiffness in his own body, his entire being numb as he stood frozen in place.

After what felt like an eternity, a black-suited bodyguard approached from the hallway.

He leaned in and murmured a report into Lambert’s ear.

Lambert’s eyes flickered slightly in response.

A voice as cold and venomous as a serpent's slithered from Lambert's lips: "Keep asking."

The bodyguard hesitated slightly. "Boss, the police are demanding we hand them over." After all, with such a major incident—the Stone family hospital set ablaze deliberately—the authorities couldn't possibly ignore it.

Lambert's reply was ice. "Tell them they escaped. We can't locate them."

The bodyguard stiffened momentarily. Then, under Lambert's utterly frigid gaze, he shuddered and hastily responded, "Understood."

His pulse raced.

The boss's intention was crystal clear—he meant to deal with those two personally. The bodyguard couldn't help feeling a pang of pity for them. Clearly, ending up in police custody would've been far preferable to falling into the boss's hands.

Those two were done for.

Thankfully, only that one infiltrating bodyguard and maid had slipped through. Otherwise, the fire wouldn't have been contained so swiftly, and the Third Young Madam might not have been rescued in time.

He dreaded to imagine the consequences had they been even slightly delayed.

Just recalling the Third Young Madam's condition when they pulled her out made the bodyguard's face bleach pale. He could only pray she'd pull through... And if the worst happened, he hoped the boss would at least spare them for having tried their best.

After the bodyguard departed, Lambert's gaze locked onto the operating room doors once more, his stare as unyielding as before.

Countless times, his foot twitched to step forward, yet each time his limbs froze rigidly. He remained rooted, his burning eyes fixed ahead like a condemned man awaiting sentencing.

Fortunately, this was no ordinary hospital.

The doctor hesitated for three long seconds.

Then, carefully, he said, "Following your instructions, we prioritized the young madam's well-being. But... there were complications with the baby. You should prepare yourself."

When Ariana had first conceived this child, Lambert had shown no outward reaction—but in private, his demeanor had turned unyieldingly cold.

He even demanded that the doctors devise a concrete plan to terminate this unexpected pregnancy.

Call him heartless, call him an irresponsible father—he didn’t care. All he wanted was for Ariana to be safe, to stay by his side. That was all that mattered.

But the doctors insisted that Ariana’s body couldn’t withstand an abortion. The risks were too great.

So Lambert clenched his teeth and made the agonizing decision to let her carry the child to term. That was why he had been indifferent toward the twins and detached from this unborn fourth child. He even despised himself for it—so much so that after this pregnancy, he immediately underwent a vasectomy. To him, if bringing a child into the world meant endangering Ariana, he’d rather have none at all.

If not for this accident, perhaps both mother and child would have been fine.

At that thought, a shadow of ruthless fury flickered in Lambert’s eyes.

He turned to the doctor. "What about Ariana?"

The doctor hesitated. "The young mistress... We’ll have to see how things progress. For now, her condition is stabilized. But she must be carefully nursed back to health, otherwise..." He swallowed. "You understand, Mr. Stone, without me spelling it out."

Lambert said nothing.

Without another glance at the sweating physician, he turned on his heel and strode down the corridor toward the recovery ward, his expression icy.

Only when Lambert was finally out of sight did the doctor exhale in relief, wiping his brow.