Ariana had to play along with Jasper's scheme for the time being, so she replied, “It's alright. Don't worry about it."

Jasper took a swig of liquor, his smug grin widening.

“I knew you would forgive me; you love me too much," he said confidently.

Ariana clenched her fists, containing her fury.

"It's Late now. We can talk about whatever you wanted to discuss tomorrow."

Jasper locked the door, plunging the room into darkness, and slowly approached her.

Ariana retreated nervously, questioning him, “Jasper, what do you want from me?"

With a wicked smirk and the scent of Liquor on his breath, Jasper pounced on her, saying, “We shouldn't waste time. If you carry my child, our child will become an Anderson heir."

Jasper didn't take Theodore seriously. How dare he want to have sex with his sister-in-law right in front of his brother!

Ariana fought back, shouting, "Let me go!"

Jasper abruptly halted, and Ariana gazed up at him, dazed. She saw his expression shift to one of pure terror, as if he had seen a ghost behind her.

In a trembling voice, Jasper muttered, “Theodore...”

Jasper immediately took to his heels.

Ariana was confused. What was wrong with him? Did Theodore wake up? She quickly turned around, but she didn’t notice anything odd. Theodore was still lying on the bed, and his breath was as steady and quiet as before.

The only difference was that one of his hands was out of the quilt. Ariana tilted her head and studied the hand for a while. It looked limp, so she felt that it probably fell out when she bumped into the bedframe while trying to dodge Jasper.

"Theodore?" Ariana called tentatively.

There was no response.

She leaned forward and called out more firmly, "Hey, Theodore!"

Still, she got no response.

Ariana swallowed hard and slowly walked to the bedside. She carefully took hold of his hand and put it back under the quilt. Theodore still didn't move a muscle during the process. This eased her mind greatly. It turned out he was still in a deep coma.