Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 442

Ariana turned ashen, then pale, her eyes welling up with tears.

She brought this upon herself.

“Make a choice. I don't have time for this.” I pressed Ariana for an answer.

Ariana was still not backing down. “I won’t choose. I did no wrong. When Mr. Mitch wakes up, he'll see justice done!”

What Mitch would face upon waking would probably be Stella's wrath, and I'd send her the evidence. Then I'd see how the Hebert family would favor their son.

I didn't bother arguing with her. “Fine, I give you until midnight tomorrow to decide. If I don't have an answer by then, that video will be all over the internet. I have plenty of ammunition to take you down.”

“Don't you dare push me too far!” Ariana could no longer defend herself and was just accusing me relentlessly.

I knew she still couldn't think straight, so arguing with her was pointless. I walked over to the bed and slapped Mitch. “Mitch! Wake up!”

A handprint appeared on Mitch's face. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and when he saw me, he started stuttering. “Honey, did you forgive me? Are you here to take me back?”

He reached to hug me, his body reeking of alcohol.

Before I could push Mitch away, Neil took a few steps forward and landed a blow on Mitch's arm. Mitch winced and withdrew his arm. “Why are you hitting me, honey? I'm sorry… Don't leave, don't take our children…”

“Get up.” Neil grabbed Mitch's arm and said coldly.

Recognizing Neil, Mitch managed to get up from the bed with difficulty and steadied himself, but he was still swaying. If it weren't for Neil's support, he might have fallen back down.

Ariana watched Mitch, her face full of grievance. Especially when she heard Mitch begging for forgiveness, her eyes were filled with resentment.

Mitch, the idiot, only realized his mistake when he was drunk, and he had even been brought here by Ariana.

Most importantly, Ariana had answered a call from Stella, which was going to be hard to explain.

“Mr. Mitch…” Ariana whimpered.

Mitch opened his eyes and looked at Ariana, mumbling, “Who are you? Where’s my wife?”

I didn't know if he was pretending or if he was really drunk, but his reaction was enough to crush Ariana's hopes.

Ariana turned pale, her eyes filled with disappointment.

Neil and I ignored her and took Mitch away.

Half an hour later, I arrived home, and Neil helped Mitch onto the bed to rest. Having him at my place, I didn't need to worry about Ariana doing anything crazy.

But there was one problem. What if Mitch woke up and found out Yara was with me?

“Mitch, wake up.” Neil was ruthless, even waking his own drunk friend. “Tell me who told you that Yara was with Irene.”

I snapped back to reality. "He's drunk now, you can't get anything out of him."

As soon as I finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Without me saying anything more, Neil probably guessed who could do such a thing. Who else could it be but Karina?

I watched Neil, curious to see how he would respond, whether he would defend Karina and argue with me, or suspect Karina based on my hint?

“I'll find out.” Neil's answer was neither defending Karina nor believing me straight away, but a solemn promise.

“Okay.” As long as Neil was willing to find out, it was better than blindly defending Karina. I nodded in agreement.

It was late, so I stood up and said, “You can go home and rest now. Thank you for everything tonight. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to bring Mitch back alone.”

Just as I finished speaking, Neil's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, hesitated for a moment, but eventually picked it up. His tone softened when he heard the voice on the other end. “Yeah, I'll be home soon. Listen to Mommy and your grandparents.”

It must be Hiram calling.

I spun around and left the room, choosing not to linger.

A few minutes later, Neil emerged from his bedroom. He swung open the front door of the living room and slipped on his shoes, "I'm heading off."

As I sat on the couch, folding Serena and Brandon's clothes, I merely nodded in response without looking up from my task, "Mm-hm."

The door closed again in no time, and the sound of Neil's footsteps faded into the distance. I discarded the clothing in my hands, moving into the room where Serena, Yara and Brandon slept. The three of them were tucked in, their cherubic faces soft and sweet in slumber.