On hearing the news, Aldus assembled his team of medical professionals, specialists trained specifically for Theodore’s illness, and headed straight for Eleymond.

The team poured over Theodore's medical history, deliberating until they reached a conclusion.

“Mr. Fredrick," the doctor began, addressing Aldus.

"The tumor in the young master's brain has been there too long. This could lead to complications post-surgery.”

The prospect of complications caused Aldus's grip on his cane to tighten.

"What sort of complications?” he asked.

The doctor's answer was dipped in uncertainty.

"Since we haven't encountered a similar case before, we can't predict the specific complications."

Horace, overhearing this exchange, felt a wave of worry for Theodore.

Serious post-surgery complications would be a different type of torment.

Yet, Aldus was resolute.

"Regardless of the complications, his life comes first! Arrange the surgery now!" he ordered.

His face was etched with worry and determination. He didn't want Theodore to endure post-surgery complications, but Losing him was unthinkable. He had already secured a leading neurosurgeon, which should help reduce the risk.

After some time, Theodore regained consciousness.

When he woke up and found himself in a hospital bed, hooked to an IV drip, his mood darkened on noticing Ariana's absence. A tinge of gloom painted his face as he detached the IV drip, ready to exit.

However, as soon as he neared the door, a wall of bodyguards blocked his path, and there was Horace, standing by the doorway.

Theodore's countenance turned stormy.

“What's happening here? You're rebelling against me? Who gave you such courage?" His voice boomed across the room.

Horace found himself speechless in the face of the unfolding situation.

A voice broke through the tense atmosphere.