Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 736

Sheryl's face turned pale. She was about to plead once more when a figure suddenly darted in front of her, shouting angrily, "I won’t let Sheryl leave! If anyone has to go, it should be you!"

No one had expected Carson to appear like this.

Sheryl was overjoyed, but Ariana’s face paled at her youngest son’s words, her heart aching faintly.

Carson wiped his tears and yelled, "I hate you! I want Sheryl, not you—you’re a bad mom! If only Sheryl were my mother instead! Waaah! If you dare send her away, I’ll leave too! I’ll go with Sheryl!"

This time, Ariana froze completely.

In some ways, she was just like Kendra.

She had inherited Kendra’s temperament—fearless, unyielding, even when facing the entire Harper family’s opposition. But her one weakness was her child.

Carson might not have realized how cruel his words were, but to Ariana, they struck like daggers, leaving her standing rigid, her face deathly pale.

Even though she had just scolded her son harshly, deep down, she was heartbroken.

To see her youngest son turn against her for another woman, even blaming her, felt like a knife twisting in her chest. The temperature on the balcony seemed to plummet as Lambert’s dark eyes turned icy. He glanced at Ariana, whose lips had gone white, then said coldly to Carson, "Say that again."

Carson was terrified of his father.

But the thought of his cruel mother driving Sheryl away steeled his resolve. Swallowing his fear, he mustered his courage and shouted, "I—I just hate her! She doesn’t even like me, so why should I like her? I wish Sheryl were my mom instead!"

Sheryl stood behind Carson, peering over the boy's slender frame to catch a glimpse of Ariana's expression.

The sight of the woman's pale face and bloodless lips sent an inexplicable thrill through Sheryl. But she was rational enough to recognize the consequences of Carson's outburst.

Quickly, she clamped a hand over the boy's mouth, her voice trembling on the verge of tears. "Young master, please stop. These words are wrong. The young madam is your mother." Then, with pleading eyes, she turned to Lambert. "Master, I swear I never taught him to say such things. I had no idea he would speak this way. Perhaps... perhaps it's because I've been caring for him lately that he's grown attached to me. I... I'm so sorry. I'll leave right away. Please, Master and Young Madam, don't be angry with him. He's just a child... he doesn’t understand."

Carson’s courage had already been thin to begin with, and what little remained had been spent in his outburst.

Fear crept in, making him waver.

Deep down, he had blurted those words simply because he knew his "wicked mother" would hate hearing them—he wanted to hurt her. And, truth be told, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing his beloved Sister Sheryl.

But that attachment was no match for his instinctive fear of his father.

His legs had already gone weak, tears threatening to spill.

Yet the moment Sheryl spoke of leaving, all his fear vanished. Panicked, he cried out, "No! You can’t go! I won’t let you! If anyone should leave, it’s her—that wicked mother! I don’t want her! I want you!"

This time, Lambert was truly angry.

It had been years since he last lost his temper—so long that even his rivals had forgotten what his fury looked like.

But now.

A fire ignited in his chest, burning hotter with every second.

Outwardly, Lambert’s anger was deceptively calm. The only signs were the darkening of his obsidian eyes and the deepening chill in his expression. Ariana, having been married to him for years, sensed the shift instantly.