Panic was written all over Judy's face as she explained hurriedly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson. Miss Clarke insisted on having this room. I gave in to her demands since you've told me to listen to her orders."

Ariana felt sad at Judy's explanation.

Theodore felt angry and scolded, "Helen, move out of this room."

"No need. I don't want things that were used by others. They are too dirty,” Ariana scoffed.

Everyone reacted differently to Ariana's words. Helen was so angry she bit down hard on her lips.

With a long face, Theodore said, "Helen, I'm not going to say it again. Pack up your things now."

"T said there's no need," Ariana said. She couldn't help but interrupt. Then she tumed to Judy.

"Where's my stuff?”

Stammering, Judy answered, "Temporarily in the guest room on the second floor."

“That's good. It suits my identity. I'm not a member of the Anderson family after all.

I'm just a passer-by.”

With that, Ariana ran downstairs, her eyes red and ignoring Theodore's expression.

He wanted to chase after Ariana, but his self-esteem was too strong. He clenched his fists irritably and felt his heart fill with pain. Damn it! It looked like she was crying.

“Theodore, what do we do? I didn't mean to..." Helen whispered, concerned.

Theodore closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. When he opened them again and had regained composure, he turned to Helen.

"Move out of the room, and give it back to her."

Helen didn't seem willing. She didn't like that room that much, but she didn't like seeing Theodore care so much about that woman. She pouted her lips at him.

“Please, Theodore, I like this room. It's closest to yours. Besides, she said she didn't want it. You can give it tome."

Theodore was at the end of his patience. He raised his eyes coldly.

"Move your things out and don't make me ask again.”