Sarah silently observed the pair before quietly leaving.

Gazing at Theodore in silence, Ariana offered an awkward smile and cautiously inquired, “What did the doctor say? Is there anything wrong with my body?"

“No," Theodore replied, his expression unchanged.

“The doctor simply advised you to get some good rest." He appeared completely normal, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

Didn't she have a general check-up? Just as Ariana was about to let out a sigh of relief, Theodore unexpectedly uttered, "The doctor has scheduled your surgery for the day after tomorrow.

Hearing those words, Ariana felt a chill run through her veins. She was taken aback, her smile frozen in place, as she Looked up at Theodore and asked, "What... What do you mean?”

Theodore remained silent, his gaze fixed on her. His silence was telling, speaking volumes even in the absence of words.

He knew, Ariana could tell. However, she chose to feign ignorance, forcing a smile onto her face.

"What surgery? I merely fainted from hypoglycemia because I skipped breakfast. I don't need surgery. Let's go home."

Attempting to rise from the bed, she was halted by Theodore.

Startled, she spun around, gripping his wrist. A contrived smile pulled at her lips as she asked, “What are you doing? Aren't you happy?"

Theodore continued his silent vigil, prompting panic to flare within her.

Tear-filled eyes met his as she clung to his hands, her voice quivering.

“You're going to be a father. Aren't you excited?”

Looking at the person in front of him, Theodore's face was a whirlwind of emotions that were quickly suppressed.

Seeing his calm, indifferent expression, despair took a stronger hold on Ariana.

"How did you find out? Did you look into Mitchel's medical records?" she asked, her voice wavering.

Her desperate words seemed to steel his resolve. He hardened his expression, his lips pressing into a tight line. Despite his efforts, he found himself saying, “Aria, we can't keep our babies.”

“why?” The single word escaped Ariana in a whisper, her voice trembling. A lone tear slid down her flushed cheek. She clung to his hand, pleading, “Why abort them? They are your children too!"

His hand gently brushed away the tear on her face. In a husky voice, all he could muster was, “We can't keep them."