Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 734

Ariana's words caught Carson completely off guard.

In the past, all Carson had to do was throw a tantrum, and even the family matriarch would relent and give him whatever he wanted. On top of that, Ariana had always indulged him—except for that one time she missed his parent-teacher conference. To him, his mother was no different from his doting great-grandmother, which was why he had no fear of her and spoke without thinking.

But this time, his mother wasn’t coddling him. In fact, she sounded just like his strict father.

Carson panicked.

Amid his confusion and hurt, his emotions quickly erupted into full-blown fury.

"You never loved me!" he screamed, his face red with rage. "I knew it!"

Ariana’s heart ached at the sight of her youngest son’s tear-streaked face, but her expression only grew colder. "You’re right," she said evenly. "I don’t love you anymore. You’ve disappointed me too much. I thought you were as well-behaved as your second brother, but clearly, I was wrong. Since that’s the case, just like you said, your father and I don’t want you anymore. Are you happy now?"

Carson’s face instantly drained of color.

Lucian, alarmed, quickly stepped in, his own eyes brimming with tears. "Mom, he didn’t mean it!" he pleaded, voice trembling. "H-He’s usually really good!" Though his words lacked conviction, he couldn’t help but defend his little brother. Taking care of his siblings had become second nature to him.

Now, seeing his brother push even their gentle-tempered mother to this point—and facing the threat of being sent away—Lucian was frantic.

Lambert, on the other hand, was mildly surprised.

But more than that, he was amused. He had long been fed up with the brat’s antics. If not for Ariana’s constant protection, he would’ve disciplined the boy himself. Now that Ariana was finally putting her foot down—even if he knew her harsh words didn’t reflect her true feelings—he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction.

He didn't have the same good fortune as his son during his childhood.

Though his mother, Jolene, doted on him, she never once stood up for him when Lambert was bullied by Arnold and Finley as a child. Even when he fought back, only to face reprimand from Old Mr. Stone, Jolene—though heartbroken—remained silent.

Because she feared Old Mr. Stone.

Back then, no one in the Stone family truly cherished him.

Unlike Carson. As the future head of the Stone family, his son enjoyed privileges no one dared to challenge. But spoiling him to the point where he disrespected even his own mother, throwing tantrums without restraint—that went beyond mere indulgence.

Carson stood frozen, his wide eyes darting between his mother and father. Pearly tears rolled down his cheeks, one after another.

His choked sobs were heartbreaking to witness.

Ariana's expression remained stern, though a pang of guilt tugged at her. "Well? Made up your mind?"

Carson bit his lip, then suddenly wailed, "Mean Mommy!" before bolting out the door. The slam of the door was followed by his muffled cries, raw with genuine hurt. Lucian longed to follow, to comfort his little brother.

But a glance at his parents made him hesitate.

Instead, he turned to his mother with uneasy eyes. "Mom, please don’t send him away. He knows he was wrong."

Ariana studied her eldest son’s anxious face before gently smoothing his hair. "If he behaves, he can stay."

Lucian brightened instantly. "Really?"

She nodded.

The glint in Sheryl's eyes flickered as she spoke, "Uncle, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand."

The steward remained silent.

After a long pause, he averted his gaze and said indifferently, "Do as you wish. Just remember—tread carefully."

Sheryl's fingers clenched abruptly before slowly loosening. She forced a light laugh. "I still don’t get what you mean, Uncle, but I’ll take your words to heart. Don’t worry about me."

The steward shot her a brief glance, then turned away without another word and left.

Sheryl stared at his retreating figure, her eyes burning with a trace of wild jealousy and resentment. 'Why?' she seethed inwardly. 'Why does even my own uncle look down on me? Just because I’m a servant?'

Silently, she swore to herself—one day, she’d make him regret underestimating her.

Consumed by bitterness, Sheryl completely forgot why Ariana had summoned her in the first place. All she could think about was how to make everyone who had ever scorned her pay.

It wasn’t until she neared the balcony that realization struck her like a blow.

Her face paled instantly.

Her footsteps faltered, and she froze outside the balcony for two or three seconds. Her mind raced—'Why would Ariana call for me out of nowhere?' Then, recalling the steward’s cryptic warning, her eyes widened in panic.

'Does she already know?'