Tears welled up in her own eyes as she spoke.

“The Anderson family is no more. Theodore was cremated and buried. I saw his body, Ariana."

Ariana sat on the bed, her expression numb and distant. After a while, the grief inside her became too much to bear, and she broke down in tears, lamenting, "Why, why did this happen? Why am I so useless? Why couldn't I find help to save him?"

Sonia held Ariana close as she wept, both of them drowning in sorrow.

"You have to stay strong," Sonia urged, “You still have your babies to take care of."

Ariana teetered on the brink of a breakdown, her emotions swirling Like a tempest. Then, out of nowhere, a sharp pang pierced her lower abdomen, and the white bed sheet was immediately smeared with blood.

Sonia's heart raced with fear, and she wasted no time in calling for a doctor. In a flash, a team of people burst into the room, and they hurriedly wheeled Ariana away into the operating room.

After a whole lot of struggle, they managed to get the bleeding under control, and Sonia hurried over to inquire about Ariana's condition.

The doctor's face was grim as he held the medical report.

“Her stats don't Look good, and traces of drugs are still in her blood. It's not advisable for her to continue to carry the pregnancy. I recommend induced abortion."

At the mention of the induced abortion, Sonia hesitated, knowing how much Ariana would want to keep the children, no matter what.

When Ariana woke up, she gathered all her strength and clung to the doctor's sleeve. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, "Please, please save my children. They're all I have.”

The doctor looked troubled by the situation and replied, "Given the medical facilities here, it's a tough call. You might have better chances if you transfer to another hospital, but even then, there is no guarantee."

With those words, Ariana's heart felt Like it was breaking into pieces.

She desperately wracked her brain for a possible solution.

She was determined not to lose their children after Losing Theodore.

Then, an idea struck her. Trembling, she dialed a number, hoping for a miracle. The call went through, and with tears in her eyes, she begged, "Dr. Chadwick, please, I'm begging you, help me.”

Five years passed, and a poised woman stood before her husband's tombstone at the cemetery, paying her respects to his memory.

The stone tablet bore a few words marking Theodore's resting place.

Ariana gently stroked the gravestone, feeling a mix of nostalgia and sorrow.