Chapter 508

Irene was usually quite the social butterfly. Though she often played the delicate, fragile type, her people skills were nothing to scoff at. But faced with Ariana, she found herself utterly speechless, her face cycling between pale and flushed with humiliation. Ariana had no interest in wasting more words on her. After delivering her piece, she turned her head slightly, casting a frosty glance at Lambert, who was still half-reclined on the hospital bed. "Let's go," she said coolly. Being ordered around like this was a first for Lambert. His eyes narrowed slightly, but then the corner of his lips curled up in amusement as he slowly pushed himself upright, putting on a pitiful act as if resigned to following Ariana home. Irene couldn’t stand it any longer. Biting her lip, she spoke up indignantly, "Mrs. Stone, I know it’s not my place to say this, but don’t you think you’re being too harsh? Lambe—your husband is injured. Can’t you see that?" Ariana smiled. She turned her head slowly, he