Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 699

Meanwhile, Khloe, who had just been publicly scolded by the old matriarch in front of the entire household, wore an unpleasant expression.

As soon as she returned, she immediately called her son, demanding that he bring Madelyn back home.

At that moment, Arnold seemed distracted and replied perfunctorily, "Got it."

Khloe was furious. "Got it? Do you even understand what's happening? It's all because of your precious wife that I was humiliated in front of everyone! How can you say that so casually? When is she coming back, and what exactly is she trying to do? She was the one who carelessly trusted the wrong person and nearly endangered the Stone family's great-granddaughter—yet she has the audacity to act righteous and refuse to return! Anyone would think our family wronged her!"

Arnold was irritated by his mother's nagging.

Frowning, he said, "Alright, I get it. I'll go pick her up later."

Seeing that her son was at least somewhat compliant, Khloe's anger subsided slightly. She continued, "Tell her if she doesn’t want to come back now, she need never return!"

Her resentment wasn’t just directed at her daughter-in-law—she now blamed the in-laws as well.

She thought to herself that the Olson family truly lacked refinement, coming from such modest origins.

Only those with no breeding would behave so disgracefully.

If it were her, she would never allow her daughter to stay at her parents' home indefinitely—after all, once married, what was the point of clinging to her old family?

Arnold, impatient, muttered a few more dismissive words before hanging up.

After ending the call, he exhaled deeply. Once the police informed him he could proceed, he quickly pocketed his phone and strode inside.

Irene, who had been detained for nearly ten days, looked disheveled and exhausted. Her face was pale, her spirit broken. Her eyes darted nervously, as if wondering who had come to see her—could it be her brother or her father? At the thought, her breathing grew rapid.

She had always known—known that her brother and father still cared for her.

Moreover, her mother's words about her not being her biological child were just said in anger.

They had to be just angry words.

Irene comforted herself inwardly.

But when Arnold walked in, the faint glimmer of hope in Irene's eyes instantly dimmed. She anxiously peered behind him for a long moment, and when she confirmed no one else was coming, the light in her eyes gradually faded. Pressing her lips together, she slumped onto the chair, her expression icy. "What are you here for?" she asked coldly.

Arnold studied Irene at that moment, unable to suppress a silent sigh.

She had once been such a striking beauty, yet now she was reduced to this—what a pity. If only she hadn't fallen for the wrong man. Had he confessed his feelings to her back then, perhaps she wouldn’t have ended up like this. A faint smile touched his lips, though his eyes remained devoid of warmth. He met her gaze and spoke deliberately, "Irene, given how things stand now, there’s only so much I can do to help you."

At his words, tinged with regret, Irene let out a derisive laugh. "Hah, you didn’t come here just to say that, did you? I know what you want. You’re here to make sure I don’t spill any more secrets. What’s in it for me?"

Arnold’s eyes turned frosty.

Irene didn’t flinch.

They were in a police station holding cell—hardly the place for explicit negotiations. Fortunately, the officers weren't the nosy type; as long as it didn't involve the case, they wouldn't pry. But if Lambert ever discovered his misdeeds... given his temperament, there would be no mercy.

Just as Irene had said, the main branch would be ruined.

The thought filled Arnold with bitter regret—regret for ever aligning himself with a woman like Irene.

Gritting his teeth, he relented. "Fine."

Irene's lips curled into a triumphant smile, laced with a chilling ruthlessness that sent shivers down the spine.

Arnold studied her, his expression unreadable. "Do you really love Lambert that much? Enough to go this far?" There was an undercurrent of jealousy in his voice, though he didn't realize it himself.

Irene stiffened momentarily. Then, her lashes fluttered as she let out a cold, almost resigned laugh. "Love or not, it doesn't matter anymore." What mattered was that she had fallen this low, while Ariana was still out there, living the lavish life of a noblewoman. The injustice of it gnawed at her.

Even if it was just for spite, she wanted to see Ariana suffer.

Right and wrong, love and hate—none of it mattered now. She had long stopped dwelling on the man who had once shattered her heart. All she cared about was Ariana's downfall.

As long as that woman fared worse than her, trapped in this prison, Irene would be satisfied.

That would be justice.

Arnold watched the twisted satisfaction on Irene's face, a chill running down his spine—though more than anything, he felt a perverse amusement. They said never cross a woman, especially one as warped as this. Clearly, as long as she survived, Lambert would never know peace again.