Once she sent the photo to Theodore, Ariana's fate would be sealed.

While she was waiting for the edited photo, the attending doctor unexpectedly came in.

Helen immediately hid her phone, acting as if nothing had transpired.

“Helen, I've reviewed all your recent medical data. Your condition is better than anticipated. We'll schedule the surgery in a few days." The attending doctor was a tall, slender man with a scholarly appearance and a kind smile.

At this news, Helen was lost in thought. Theodore's cold demeanor toward her only heightened her unease.

The previous week, she had gone to the manor in the southern suburb, hoping to develop a relationship with Theodore. To her dismay, he spent only a day with her and remained silent. The day after Marley's death anniversary, he promptly sent her back to the hospital.

She didn't want the surgery because Marley's wish to cure her heart condition was the reason Theodore cared for her.

She had a nagging feeling that once she recovered from her illness after the operation, Theodore might cease to care for her in the future.

Helen couldn't bear to think about losing Theodore entirely, so she needed to prolong her illness as much as possible. Her sickness was her bargaining chip and the sole aspect that could kindle Theodore's compassion.

"What's the matter, Helen? Are you worried?" The doctor was writing in the medical record when he noticed Helen's silence and assumed she was feeling unwell.

Helen shook her head, gazing up at the doctor with her large, pleading eyes.

"Do I really need to have the surgery so soon? I don't feel prepared, and lately, I've been struggling with insomnia, with my heart rate frequently increasing for no apparent reason."

“If you're staying up late, it's only natural for your heart rate to rise. From now on, make sure you sleep on time. I'll prescribe some sleeping pills for you; just rest well for a couple of days," the doctor reassured her with his customary smile.

Helen mumbled, "Can we delay the surgery? I'd prefer to undergo the procedure when I'm feeling better."

‘No." The doctor, still smiling, firmly denied Helen's request.

"You're in good condition right now. If you don't have the surgery soon, your heart might not be able to hold on."

Helen's lips tightened, and her eyes grew cold.

The doctor didn't seem to notice the change in Helen's demeanor. He proceeded to inspect the medical equipment in the ward, ensuring that everything was in good working order. Tuning to Helen, he offered reassuring words.

"Rest assured, Helen.

Our Mercy Hospital has excellent resources, and there will be no issues with your operation. Get yourself prepared by then. Your surgery is scheduled for next Thursday."