Despite nibbling on her toast, it tasted like sawdust to her. She took a few bites and casually inquired, "What time is the surgery?"

“It's at 10 o'clock. We should hurry," Theodore replied.

Hearing that, Ariana's heart sank further. She absentmindedly continued nibbling on her toast.

Finally noticing Ariana's discomfort, Theodore asked with concern, “What's wrong?”

He reached for her hand, only to find it ice-cold, deepening his worry.