After her persuasive pitch, Sadie paused. Zayden listened silently and then said slowly, “Okay, I get it. I'll handle the next steps.

No need to cry anymore."

Then, Zayden ended the call.

He clenched his phone, thoroughly irritated by the humiliation today.

His resentment toward Holden deepened.

Just then, his phone rang again. Assuming it was Sadie, he answered impatiently, "What now?"

But the call wasn't from Sadie; it was from his assistant.

The assistant sounded anxious. "Mr. Fredrick, there's bad news. Our chip project has been scrapped."

Zayden stood up, threw his phone, and cursed out, “Damn it, Holden! If you want to play games, don't blame me for messing with your head!"

At Mercy Hospital, Ariana lay in a deep coma, a consequence of the car accident's impact and Sadie's push.

She had a concussion. The doctor assured her life wasn't threatened, but the guarantee of her recovery remained uncertain.

Holden, a steadfast presence, kept watch by her bedside, his eyes never straying from Ariana. He seemed insatiable in his scrutiny.

Meanwhile, Judy occupied a corner of the room, seated on a couch, observing Holden intently. Her thoughts raced, and disbelief echoed within her as she examined him from head to toe.

It was eerie, almost unnerving. How could two individuals be so strikingly alike? It defied all logic.

The more Judy studied Holden, the more he looked like Theodore to her, leading her to mutter to herself, “This resemblance goes beyond the ordinary! Could it be that Mr. Anderson has truly returned from the dead? If that's the case, then fortune smiles upon us. He was such a gentle soul; his end was untimely."

Rising from his seat, Holden gently adjusted Ariana's covers before turning to Judy, saying, "Could we step outside and talk for a moment?"

Judy nodded, setting aside her things and following Holden into the adjacent resting room.

Once the door clicked shut behind them, Holden inquired, "Do I truly resemble Theodore Anderson?"

The moment Judy referred to Ariana as Madam, Holden had already surmised her identity. She must know what Theodore looked Like.

Judy fixed her gaze on him and nodded. "Yes, I've been in the Anderson family's service for years, and you're a spitting image of Theodore. I've been tending to Theodore's needs since his teenage years. I wouldn't mistake him for anyone else."