Carson cast a tearful glance at his older brother, but upon seeing the warning in his eyes, he slowly swallowed back his sobs—though his face still twisted with lingering fear and resentment.
Watching his younger son’s timid display, Lambert frowned slightly.
Truthfully, he couldn’t fathom where the boy had inherited such a temperament.
Had he not been certain that the child was born in Stone Family Hospital—and that he was indisputably the identical twin of his second son—he might have suspected a mix-up at birth.
Lacking both intelligence and emotional maturity, the boy was quick to anger and prone to tantrums.
In short, he embodied every flaw of a spoiled, modern-day rich heir.
Lambert ignored him and turned to his eldest son instead. "Stay upstairs later and watch your sister. Make sure nothing happens to her. Your mother and I will be back in a couple of days."
The thought never crossed his mind that his eldest son was barely five years old.
But Lucian had always been mature beyond his years.
Hearing this, he immediately understood that his parents had urgent matters to attend to.
Nodding firmly, he replied, "Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll take care of my sister and brothers."
Lambert gave a faint hum of acknowledgment before heading upstairs.
Only after his father’s footsteps faded did Carson dare peek out from behind Lucian. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his expression a portrait of wounded misery. Seeing him like this, even Lucian couldn’t bring himself to scold him any further.
With a patient tone, he said, "You need to listen to me. Dad doesn’t like disobedient children, understand? Mom and Dad are very busy—they have so much to do every day. So, Carson, you have to be more sensible. You’re already a big brother now."
At first, Carson’s expression remained calm, though a little downcast, as he absorbed his brother’s words. But the moment he heard that last line, his eyes flashed with pain.
Then, wrenching his hand free from his eldest brother’s grip, he bolted toward his bedroom, shouting over his shoulder, "I don’t need you to care! None of you needs to care about me!"
Watching his brother’s tantrum, Lucian sighed helplessly. Pressing his lips together, he bent down to pick up the notebook from the floor before returning to his homework. After all, his brother’s willfulness wasn’t anything new—he was used to it by now.
...
At the Harper residence, Kendra was the first to hear about Ariana’s misfortune.
Given the Harper family’s vested interest in Irene’s case, there was no way they wouldn’t be keeping tabs. The sudden withdrawal of the Stone family’s lawsuit could only mean something had gone wrong. And now, the internet was flooded with sensational headlines about how the young Madam Stone, Ariana, had driven her own mother to suicide.
God knew how badly Kendra had wanted to strangle her sister Yasmin the moment she saw those reports.
Never before had she resented Yasmin so fiercely for being her sister.
When she arrived at the Stone family’s hospital, Kendra found Ariana lying unconscious on the bed, her face pale and still.
In that instant, her heart felt as though it had been stabbed a thousand times.
Gently, she took a seat beside the bed, her eyes fixed on her daughter’s face, brimming with the tender warmth only a mother could possess.
When Lambert arrived, this was the scene that greeted him.
He calmly set down the soup he was carrying before turning his gaze to Kendra.
"Mrs. Harper."
Though Lambert knew Kendra was Ariana's biological mother, Ariana herself had never acknowledged her as such. Thus, Lambert naturally refrained from addressing her as "mother-in-law." Kendra didn’t seem to mind.
She looked at Lambert and asked, "What happened to Ariana? Why did she suddenly start vomiting blood?"
Lambert glanced down at Ariana before relaying the doctor's explanation to Kendra. Regardless of his personal feelings toward her, if she could be of help to Ariana, he saw no reason to withhold the information.

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