Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 691

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Georgia's words would make anyone unaware of the situation assume Ariana was some kind of monstrous villain.

The corner of her lips twitched slightly as she finally abandoned any last shred of hope for her mother.

Ariana met Georgia's gaze with icy detachment. "Like I said before, if she's innocent, the police will let her go. Whether she ends up in prison depends entirely on whether she broke the law—not me, Ms. Ross."

Georgia's knuckles whitened from how tightly she clenched her fists.

She stared at Ariana before finally gritting her teeth. "If you're just worried about the White family's assets, I swear to you—I won't acknowledge Irene as my daughter. From now on, everything in the White family will be yours. Is that enough?"

Ariana: "..."

Beside them, Fanny's lips twitched in disbelief.

She stared wordlessly at this aunt of hers, utterly baffled. For a moment, she was genuinely stunned. She never imagined Ariana's mother could be... like this.

Selfish and biased was one thing... but to be this foolish?

Then again, it made sense. If she weren’t so dense, she would’ve noticed there was a third person standing right here—herself—before blabbing about Irene’s true identity. Shouldn’t something like this be kept under wraps?

Of course.

Given how frantic she looked, she’d probably forgotten Fanny even existed.

The human wallpaper that was Fanny twitched her eye again, wondering if she might actually have a hidden talent for invisibility...

As for Ariana—

Faced with Georgia’s desperate, last-ditch bargaining, all expression drained from her face. She studied her mother for a long moment before finally curling her lips into a mocking smile. "Do whatever you want."

For once, she had no idea how to even respond.

She couldn't even comprehend what was going through her own mind.

This so-called threat or deal was practically meaningless. Whether she acknowledged Irene or not, the White family's assets had nothing to do with Irene. Her father wasn’t a fool—he would never hand over the family fortune to an outsider. The whole proposition was downright absurd.

Yet Georgia seemed to see right through Ariana’s thoughts. Her cold, penetrating gaze locked onto Ariana as she said, "I know what you're thinking. You're wondering how Irene, who isn’t even your father’s biological daughter, could possibly inherit anything. That’s why you don’t see the point of this deal. But what if I told you… You aren’t Gilbert’s child either?"

Georgia had lost all reason.

She no longer cared about the consequences—as long as she could save her daughter, she would do anything. For over twenty years, she had failed to care for Irene, to be there for her. Now that her daughter faced imprisonment, how could she stand by and do nothing?

No matter what, she *would* protect her child.

Ariana’s face drained of color. She froze for a heartbeat before her expression hardened. "What are you implying?" she demanded, her voice icy. *She* wasn’t Gilbert’s child? What kind of nonsense was this?

Georgia pressed on, "If you refuse to help me, I’ll tell Gilbert everything. Ariana, you know exactly what that means. When the time comes, don’t expect a single cent from the White family!"

Truth be told, even though she had long stopped caring, seeing her own mother go to such lengths for Irene—against *her*—still stung. That faint ache twisted into something darker, a simmering rage that demanded answers.

*Why?*

Why was there such a stark difference in how she treated her own daughters?