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.

The butler glanced at the petrified little boy, sighed, and replied, "Yes, sir."

Sheryl stood frozen, utterly stunned.

She had wanted to build a good relationship with Carson, but that was under the premise that he remained the young master of the Stone family. If he fell out of favor, what use was there in staying by his side? Her approach to Carson had always been a means to get closer to Lambert. And if things turned out this way, what kind of life could she expect if she followed the young master back to the main residence?

Would the old madam and the master really not see through what had happened?

In an instant, Sheryl’s legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor, her expression blank with shock.

…

When Lambert returned to the bedroom, Ariana was standing quietly by the window, gazing at the moonlight. On the surface, she seemed perfectly composed, but the faint redness around her eyes betrayed that she had been crying.

Lambert stepped forward softly, placing a hand on her shoulder before pulling her into an embrace.

Ariana didn’t resist the embrace, but neither did she say a word.

"I had the butler send him back to the main residence. He needs to learn his lesson," he said, referring to Carson.

Ariana pressed her lips together, exhaustion etched across her face. "In the end, the root of this lies with me. I truly neglected him."

Lambert let out a cold laugh. "You were recovering from childbirth, then dealing with an emergency—how could you have taken care of him? Was he sick? Could he not walk? There are plenty of servants in this house. Lucian and Kevin are around the same age—why don’t they act like this? The truth is, he’s inherently selfish and spoiled. And the people around him have indulged him to the point of lawlessness. If we don’t teach him a lesson now, he’ll think he owns the sky tomorrow."