Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 712

At that moment, Lambert stood by the cold hospital office window, listening to the doctor's cautious response behind him.

His expression remained icy. "Spare me the details. All I want to know is whether Ariana is fit to be discharged in her current condition."

The doctor wiped sweat from his brow. "She can be discharged, yes. With proper rest, her physical condition shouldn’t pose any major issues. However, Mr. Stone, you must remain vigilant about her depression to prevent any... unforeseen incidents."

Yes, postpartum depression—mild, but still depression.

God only knew how Lambert had reacted upon hearing the diagnosis. If the doctor hadn’t assured him it was only mild, he might have completely lost his composure.

Ariana herself wasn’t even aware she had mild depression.

Lambert had never told her.

Postpartum depression could be devastating—so much so that some mothers took their own lives after childbirth. Ariana’s emotional instability, the cold war between her and Lambert, her sudden outbursts—all of it stemmed from this.

Fortunately, her condition wasn’t severe. The medicine the nurses gave her daily wasn’t just for physical recovery; it included antidepressants.

Combined with Lambert’s meticulous care, her symptoms had gradually lessened.

Until full recovery.

The doctor glanced at Lambert before continuing, "Your wife is remarkably strong-willed. Anyone else might have suffered far worse than mild depression after such relentless blows." After all, who wouldn’t buckle under so much emotional turmoil? Still, the doctor hesitated before adding, "But precisely because of that, we must avoid involving any psychologists. Her recovery depends entirely on your care."

A strong-willed person would only resist if forced into therapy.

Right now, her only emotional burden was their daughter.

As long as no harm came to the child, her fragile state wouldn’t face further strain.

Lambert's gaze was icy. "Understood."

The doctor wiped the sweat from his brow. "There's one more thing. The blood bank is running low on supplies. The young madam has a rare blood type—Rh-negative. The young miss has inherited the same blood type. We had previously stocked some in case of emergencies, but due to the fire, the remaining reserves were used during the madam's delivery." The doctor's implication was clear: to avoid any future crises, it would be wise to prepare more in advance.

It was a well-intentioned reminder.

Yet, given the current fragile state of both the madam and the young miss, his words could easily be misconstrued as a grim omen. That was why the doctor spoke with such trepidation.

But he couldn’t stay silent either—it was a dilemma that weighed heavily on him.

Lambert pressed his lips together, his expression indifferent. "Hmm." He took a step toward the door, pausing just before leaving. Without turning back, he said flatly, "I don’t want anyone to know about this." He was referring to Ariana’s postpartum depression.

The doctor nodded hastily. "Of course, Mr. Stone."

Lambert withdrew his gaze and pushed the door open, finally stepping out. Only when his footsteps faded completely did the doctor exhale a long, shaky breath.

That man’s presence was becoming more and more terrifying. The sheer pressure had left the doctor’s back drenched in cold sweat.

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Once inside the car, Lambert immediately spotted Ariana gently playing with their daughter.

He lowered his eyes to look at the baby as well.

Ariana’s voice was soft, filled with warmth. "Gracie has grown a little more."

To Ariana, her child was now her entire world. Or rather, for any mother, nothing could be more precious than her child. The saying "A woman may be fragile, but motherhood makes her strong" held true.

The little girl blinked her big, dark eyes at her father, then suddenly seemed to remember something. Her eyes curved into crescents as she giggled, clutching his collar with her tiny hands.

Ariana couldn't help but pout. "Tsk, this little one forgets all about her mom the moment she sees her dad."

Lambert, however, was thoroughly pleased. Though Ariana's gaze was fixed on their daughter, her attention was clearly directed toward him—infinitely better than when she wouldn’t even glance his way.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he murmured, "Don’t worry. As adorable as she is, her daddy’s heart already belongs to someone else."

Ariana: "..."

The driver up front: "..."

Ariana twitched her lips and decided it was best to ignore him for now.

The little girl, sensitive as ever, soon realized who truly doted on her the most. After playing in her father’s arms for a while, she grew restless, stretching her tiny hands toward her mother. Nestled in Ariana’s embrace, she basked in the warmth and security only a mother could provide.

Ariana couldn’t hide her delight.

She carefully cradled their daughter.

Lambert studied Ariana for a moment before lowering his lashes slightly. "Tomorrow, we’ll take Gracie to the Stone family. Grandmother wants to see her." After all, she was the first great-granddaughter in the Stone lineage—of course, the matriarch was eager to meet her.

Ariana hesitated briefly before nodding. "Alright."

Gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, Lambert added, "The trial begins in three days. I’ve already instructed the lawyers." A sentence of over ten years was guaranteed.

And if possible, he had no intention of letting Irene walk free.