Helen realized there was no way to postpone it any longer. She bit her nails, sinking into a state of anxiety and tension.

No, she had to find a way to sabotage the surgery. She couldn't afford to lose Theodore!

Two days later, the gate of the manor in the southern suburb of the city finally opened. This was the first time this had happened since half a month ago.

‘A dozen cars were parked along the driveway. Horace was waiting dutifully in front of one of the cars, an exquisite black Rolls-Royce. He glanced down at the watch on his wrist.

Horace looked up quickly when a man slowly exited the manor.