Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 725

Inside the hospital, Lambert stood outside the ward with an icy expression.

A doctor hovered cautiously beside him.

As for Ariana, she lay unconscious inside the ward. Perhaps it had been an unlucky year—within just a few short months, this was already her third hospitalization.

The doctor glanced at Lambert and said carefully, "Mr. Stone... The reason for your wife's coughing up blood is due to deep-seated depression, compounded by her incomplete postpartum recovery. It's not a critical issue, but she is currently suffering from anemia."

Anemia could be minor or severe, but for someone like Ariana, who had already endured massive blood loss, it was anything but trivial.

Especially considering her rare blood type—Rh-negative.

Fortunately, the blood bank had recently restocked some of it.

But given its scarcity, if another emergency arose in the near future, the consequences could be dire.

Lambert's voice was frosty. "Understood."

The doctor hesitated, then mustered the courage to add, "If possible, Mr. Stone, it might help if you could take your wife out for some fresh air occasionally. Keeping her mood relaxed would greatly aid her postpartum recovery."

Lambert gave a slight nod, his face betraying no emotion.

It was impossible to tell what was going through his mind.

Having said all he needed to, the doctor had no intention of lingering. After reiterating a few precautions, he quickly excused himself, leaving only the stone-faced bodyguards standing silently behind Lambert.

A long silence stretched on...

Lambert's eyelashes fluttered slightly before he pushed the door open and stepped inside slowly.

...

Inside the villa.

Lucian paced back and forth anxiously. His parents were unusually late, and the unusual delay gnawed at him with worry. Normally, he wouldn’t be this unsettled.

But the swarm of reporters outside their house earlier that day had set off alarm bells in his young mind. Even at his age, he could sense something big—something bad—had happened.

His small heart tightened with unease.

Just then, Carson came stomping up the stairs. The boy glanced around impatiently before demanding, "Where's Mom?"

Lucian was in no mood to deal with his little brother’s tantrums.

"She’s not home," he answered flatly.

Carson’s face twisted into a scowl. "Why not?" he snapped. First, she lied about not coming to his parent-teacher meeting, and now she wasn’t even here?

Big fat liar!

Mom must be the biggest liar ever!

Lucian rubbed his temples, irritation flaring. "She probably got held up with something. She’ll be back later."

Truth be told, Carson was the most spoiled in the family.

While Lucian might have seemed like the favored one, Ariana loved all her children equally. As the eldest, Lucian had always indulged his younger brother. Even Kevin, who rarely gave in to him, never lost his temper when Carson snatched his toys.

He wasn't particularly mature for his age, but his precocious nature meant he'd never been overly attached to toys anyway.

If his younger brother wanted something, he'd simply hand it over.

Amid this collective indulgence, Carson had grown increasingly unchecked. Compounded by Ariana's absentee parenting due to various reasons after his birth—and with Sheryl enabling him—his temperament had become downright spoiled.

Children, in particular, are highly sensitive.

They can sense whether someone’s emotions or the way they look at them carry even a hint of kindness.

Take Ariana, for example. Though she sometimes frowned or got angry, Carson had never felt the slightest unease around her. Especially since Ariana was always patient and forgiving toward her children, he wasn’t really afraid of her.

That was why he dared to say those things when he got upset.

Deep down, he knew his mother wouldn’t truly be angry with him—she wouldn’t hit him.

But when facing his father...

All of Carson’s courage evaporated.

Seeing his father’s cold, disapproving stare fixed on his younger brother, Lucian, despite still being annoyed with him, he grew worried that he might be punished. Quickly stepping forward, he tried to divert the conversation. "Dad, you’re back?"

But Lambert didn’t even glance at his eldest son.

He narrowed his eyes, studying his youngest son intently. Only when he noticed the boy shrinking nervously behind his elder brother did he speak slowly, "If you don’t want to stay, then get out and go back to the Stone Family residence. Who spoiled you into throwing tantrums so freely? Who gave you the privilege to act so spoiled and willful?"

Lambert’s expression wasn’t particularly stern, but the tone of his voice sent an involuntary shiver down everyone’s spine.

Especially Carson.

The boy’s lips trembled, on the verge of bursting into tears, but Lucian swiftly clamped a hand over his mouth.

Truth be told, Lucian was also afraid of his father.

As a child, he hadn’t feared him much, but now, faced with the man’s increasingly icy detachment, even he felt a creeping unease. Knowing full well that their father’s patience would snap if Carson started wailing, Lucian acted fast—silencing his little brother before the dam broke.