Ariana exuded an indescribable tenderness these days, likely due to her recent childbirth.
Her usual composed demeanor now carried an air of boundless warmth.
Kiara could no longer hold back—her eyes reddened instantly.
With a trembling voice, she blurted, "Sis... there's something I need to tell you. But I'm afraid you'll be mad. Please don't be angry with me, okay?" Her fingers twisted nervously, betraying her fear of how Ariana might react.
Yet even if it meant facing her sister's wrath, Kiara knew she had to speak up.
If Ariana found out from someone else, the hurt would only be worse.
Ariana sighed softly, tapping Kiara lightly on the head with the book in her hand. "Alright, go ahead," she said, her tone patient.
The affectionate gesture only made Kiara's eyes sting hotter.
She averted her gaze slightly and recounted everything Georgia had told her, word for word. Once the confession spilled out, her earlier anxiety gave way to urgency. "I never once thought about inheriting the White family business—it's always been yours, Sis. I know Auntie pities me because of what happened to my parents, but her decision was still wrong. I don’t need anyone’s sympathy. I’m grown now, and in a few years after graduation, I’ll be able to take care of myself. I’ve already told Auntie all this."
Her words weren’t just to prove her own innocence—she also hoped to soften any blame toward Georgia.
The last thing she wanted was to drive a wedge between Ariana and her mother.
If that happened, she’d never forgive herself...
Finally understanding the reason behind Kiara’s flustered arrival and jumbled words, Ariana felt a pang of exasperation. She exhaled slowly before murmuring, "I see."
Kiara tensed at the response.
Stealing glances at her sister’s expression, she ventured in a small voice, "So... you’re not mad at me, right?"
Ariana was momentarily taken aback, then let out a resigned chuckle.
Shaking her head, she said, "This wasn’t your fault to begin with. What’s there to forgive? Alright, I get it now. Don’t carry this burden—I’m not angry, and I never was." The truth was, she just felt a pang of disappointment—not toward anyone else, nor the White family’s wealth, but solely because of her mother’s attitude.
Kiara still seemed uneasy, treading carefully around the subject.
Seeing her like this, Ariana couldn’t help but sigh. She pressed her lips together briefly before setting aside the book in her hands. Reaching out, she ruffled Kiara’s hair gently. "I’m really not upset, so stop worrying. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if you inherited the White Group." As long as it wasn’t Jane, she wouldn’t even bat an eye if her father decided to donate the entire company—
Just not Jane.
Before this, her only reason for fighting over the White Group had been to keep it out of Jane’s hands. If it went to Kiara instead, she’d have no objections whatsoever.

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