Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 701

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"She harmed my daughter, and I won't let her off the hook. Even if Ariana wants to drop the charges, I won't agree. So don't waste your breath on me." After over twenty years together, Gilbert knew Georgia's temperament all too well. In the past, he had been blinded, unwilling to scrutinize things too closely.

But now, with all illusions shattered and the love that once made him turn a blind eye gone, he saw right through her intentions—every word she spoke, every move she made.

And his stance remained firm: he would never agree.

Truth be told, no father could ever forgive someone who hurt his daughter.

Gilbert was no exception.

The fact that he had restrained himself from seeking personal revenge was already a concession to Georgia. Expecting him to persuade Ariana to forgive the woman who nearly killed his daughter and granddaughter? Impossible.

Georgia's face instantly paled.

Not that Gilbert could see it—and even if he could, it wouldn’t have stirred any sympathy in him now.

"How could you do this to me… for someone who isn’t even our daughter?" she murmured in disbelief.

Gilbert's eyes turned icy. "Maybe in your heart, Ariana isn’t your daughter. But in mine, she is." Blood or not, she had been his child for decades—no different from his own flesh and blood.

Georgia clenched her jaw, forcing down the sliver of resentment she still harbored toward Ariana. "So… you won’t help me? Irene may not be your daughter, but she’s mine. I know I hurt you in the past, but Gilbert, all these years, I’ve never betrayed you. She’s my only child… Can’t you accept her as yours too? If not for her, then for my sake?" Her voice trembled with desperation.

A bitter, self-mocking laugh nearly escaped Gilbert.

He couldn’t fathom what place he still held in her heart—how else could she say such things? Did she truly believe he was still that reckless young man who would endure anything for love? That he’d silently tolerate Irene’s existence just because he adored her mother?

But she seemed to forget—she wasn’t the same woman from back then, and he was no longer that lovesick fool.

A faint, almost mocking smile played at the corners of his lips as he said, "What made you think I'd raise another man's daughter? Why should I lift a finger for her? Treat her as my own?"

Georgia froze, stammering, "I..."

Gilbert continued, his voice icy, "In the past, I tolerated everything because I loved you. That doesn't mean I was a fool." The last shred of affection in his heart had been extinguished by her words. After a heavy three-second silence, he spoke again, his tone detached. "The divorce papers are on the coffee table. I expect you to sign them immediately. After all these years together, I won’t leave you empty-handed—you’ll get half of our assets. But the company stays with me. The White family villa is yours too. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."

With that, he hung up.

Georgia stood motionless, the dial tone buzzing in her ear like a relentless alarm. Warm droplets splashed onto her arm—she touched her face numbly, only to find her vision blurred, her cheeks wet with tears.

A sudden pang of panic gripped her chest.