Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 733

At first, Ariana remained silent as Lambert reprimanded Carson. She knew she couldn’t afford to be soft-hearted.

This incident was far from trivial, so she tacitly allowed Lambert’s harsh words.

But when she saw the tears welling in Carson’s eyes and heard his choked accusations, her heart twisted with pain. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion—indescribable chaos.

For three long seconds, silence hung heavy in the air.

Then, slowly, Ariana stepped forward and knelt before her sobbing son, meeting his gaze with gentle firmness. “Why would you think that?” she asked softly. “Who told you those things?”

Perhaps the contrast between her tenderness and his father’s severity was too stark.

Carson, still shaken by Lambert’s icy glare, felt his chest tighten even more at his mother’s kindness. Tears streamed down his face, but he stayed silent.

Ariana waited patiently, brushing a hand over his hair. “Tell me,” she murmured. “If you do, Mommy won’t be upset anymore.”

It was natural for a child to feel jealous when love was divided among siblings. But this level of resentment? That wasn’t normal—at least, not in the Stone Family household. Lucian was surrounded by carefully selected caretakers, every detail of his upbringing meticulously managed. Even the etiquette was flawless.

If Carson had been momentarily overwhelmed, a boy his age might lash out thoughtlessly. Yet, the attendants assigned to him should have reported any concerning behavior to her or Lambert.

But they hadn’t.

Ariana’s eyes darkened slightly.

She refused to believe these words came from Carson himself.

At the very least, killing Gracie hadn't been his original intention. He'd never even considered it at first.

Even if she was just making excuses for herself, she refused to believe her son could be that kind of child.

Carson swallowed hard, his throat dry with fear.

Beside him, Lucian chimed in, his tone deliberately stern, "Third Brother, you'd better answer Mom properly. Otherwise, she might abandon you, too." He hesitated but decided to scare his younger brother a little. He didn’t understand why their mother was asking these questions, but if Carson kept silent or answered poorly, he might really push her to anger. And then, no one would want him anymore.

Maybe, just like Dad had said, he’d truly discard Carson—throw him away like trash.

Children were naturally perceptive.

And Carson, especially, was sensitive by nature. He sensed the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. Wiping his tears with a trembling hand, he sniffled and spoke in a pitiful, halting whisper, "No one taught me… Sob… I-I was just… just scared you and Dad wouldn’t want me anymore." In his mind, it was the truth—no one had ever directly instructed him to think that way.

Sheryl had always been careful with her words around Carson.

At the very least, she made sure that even if he were questioned, no one could trace the poisonous whispers back to her.

Ariana studied Carson for a long moment before exhaling slowly and nodding. "Alright, I understand." But as she spoke, a sharp, icy glint flashed in her eyes. Someone had indeed been poisoning her youngest son’s mind.