Lambert gazed at Beverly through narrowed eyes, his expression indifferent. He couldn't recall whether he had ever said those words. But if he had, it wouldn't be surprising. As a child, he had uttered similar lines to more than one person. Even in his youth, Lambert had exuded a certain charm and flirtatiousness.
So, it was entirely possible that he had said those things.
However...
He was certain that such behavior had only occurred before he turned eight. After that, any semblance of playfulness was merely a facade, a deliberate act to maintain the image of a carefree, spoiled heir in front of his grandfather.
Before the age of eight, no one took such words seriously. After all, they were just children.
Honestly, Lambert was at a loss for words.
Should he mock Beverly for taking a childhood jest so seriously? Or should he regret ever playing house in the first place?
Seeing Lambert fall silent, Beverly assumed he had remembered. Her excitement bubbled over as she exclaimed, "You remember now, don't you, Lambert? We used to play together all the time. You were the father, and I was the mother. You said you'd marry me when we grew up. I've held onto that promise all these years... but you... you broke it."
Allison: "..."
Stefan: "..."
Lambert remained silent for a moment, then calmly brushed off Beverly's hand. His face was expressionless as he said, "Eight years old? Are you seriously telling me you're holding onto something from when we were eight?"
Beverly, seeing his denial, grew even more agitated. "Of course, it's true! It was a beautiful memory we shared... You can't just dismiss it like that. You promised to marry me... and it's all because of her! It's all Ariana's fault!" Her eyes burned with fury as she glared at Ariana, who lay on the hospital bed with a calm, detached expression.
Lambert couldn't help but laugh as he watched Beverly's near-hysterical outburst.
His laughter was cold, laced with a hint of cruelty. "As far as I recall, you played the same game with Stefan and Arnold back then. If you're serious about this, does that mean you've been the wife of countless men?"
Stefan's face turned pale as he quickly interjected, "Holy crap, can you keep me out of this?"
He had no recollection of playing such games with Beverly during their childhood! Even if they had, it must have been so insignificant that he couldn't remember a thing. Besides...
Taking childhood games of make-believe so seriously made him genuinely think that Beverly might have some mental issues. Or perhaps, she was deliberately trying to find a way to prove that she and Lambert were once together, making Ariana the undeniable 'other woman'? To tell everyone that it was Ariana who broke them apart?
If that was the case, then this was getting interesting...
A girlfriend breaking up childhood playmates—now that's something.
Beverly's face was filled with pain, as if she couldn't believe Lambert would say such things. Gwen couldn't bear to listen any longer, fearing Beverly might later blame her for not stopping her. So, she quickly grabbed Beverly's arm and said, "Let's go back now. We can visit Ariana another time." With that, she forcefully pulled Beverly away.
Allison watched Beverly struggle against leaving. Her back turned in reluctance, and she couldn't help but let out another cold laugh.
As Beverly gradually snapped out of her earlier state, she twisted her head around, her eyes filled with venom, and hissed, "Lambert, you'll regret this. You'll regret how you've treated me!"


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