Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 684

When Fanny brought Damon to see Ariana's daughter, the smile instantly drained from her face.

Inside the incubator, a tiny infant lay weakly, connected to tubes, her frail face barely showing any movement in her chest. Fanny stared at the baby, her face pale, and after a long silence, she murmured, "I thought it was just premature birth... Why does it look this serious?"

Damon replied, "Premature birth, extreme shock during delivery, and she nearly suffocated from the umbilical cord. It's a miracle she's still alive."

Fanny's lips trembled. Her fingers shook as she reached out toward the incubator, but she quickly pulled back just before touching it—as if afraid even the slightest contact might harm the fragile child inside.

She sniffled, her voice thick with emotion. "Does Ariana know?"

Damon shook his head. "Not sure. But Lambert probably won’t tell her, so be careful not to slip up."

Fanny scoffed. "Even if I don’t say anything, do you really think Ariana won’t figure it out?" Deep down, she still resented Lambert. If not for his messy entanglements, Ariana wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed right now. Giving birth was painful enough—adding this kind of trauma on top of it...

If it had been her...

She probably would’ve passed out from fear.

Gazing at her fragile goddaughter in the incubator, Fanny whispered, "Besides, I have a feeling Ariana can already guess. She’s always been so sharp."

Damon chuckled softly. He reached out and ruffled Fanny's hair. "That’s not for us to worry about."

Fanny glared at him. "Of course it is! Ariana’s my best friend—her problems are mine. And stop messing with my hair, okay? Are you trying to make me go bald?"

Damon: "..."

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As Fanny had said, Ariana had already guessed the truth.

With all the unexpected events and the premature birth, it was enough to endanger the child's survival. Even if the baby had made it, frailty was inevitable.

But since Lambert remained silent, she didn’t ask.

Because she was afraid to.

She couldn’t bear to hear any bad news.

Long before the child was born, Ariana had imagined countless times how she would care for this baby, how she would raise all four of her children. She had even read books on parenting, ready to abandon her previous ambitions. The company no longer mattered.

She had planned to stay by her children’s side—always.

To watch them grow up happy and safe.

She was willing to pay any price. But she had never imagined her fourth child would come into the world like this.

At the thought, another tear escaped the corner of her eye. Her nose was red, but she bit back any sound, pretending to be asleep as the tears soaked into the pillow.

What she didn’t know was that every flicker of emotion on her face had long been noticed by Lambert.

His gaze lingered on the computer screen.

Lambert noticed Ariana's expression softening and immediately broke into a foolish grin. "Yeah, it's all my fault. So I took care of the problem at its root. From now on, it'll just be the six of us—no one else."

Ariana wanted to smile.

But she simply couldn't.

She shook her head slightly, gazing at the unusually boyish Lambert, and murmured, "Tell me, how is Little Four doing?" The baby hadn’t been officially named yet, so they referred to her by birth order.

Lambert met Ariana's calm eyes.

He knew that even if he lied, she’d see through it. And once she was back on her feet in a couple of days, hiding the truth would be impossible.

So despite his unease, he answered honestly, "The doctors said she’s still in critical condition until she’s out of the incubator. But I’ve hired the best medical team—don’t worry. Our daughter will pull through."

A flicker of pain crossed Ariana’s eyes.

She closed them briefly before reopening them and saying quietly, "I see."

Lambert’s heart ached. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead—this time, she didn’t pull away. His voice was low and thick with emotion. "I’m sorry. I failed to protect you both. But I swear, this will never happen again."

Ariana gave a faint, almost imperceptible twitch of her lips at his earnest vow.

"Once I’m able to walk tomorrow," she said slowly, "I want to see her."

The way she avoided acknowledging his promise, shifting focus instead, sent a sharp pang through Lambert. His voice was rough when he replied, "Of course."