Drawing closer, Ariana recognized the figure as Helen. Dressed in pristine white sportswear, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, and a mischievous smile adoming her face, Helen's raised eyebrows signaled her delight.

"You are here. It's precisely twelve o'clock. Excellent. I do admire punctuality."

Ariana disregarded her presence and walked past her towards the door.

Helen quickly caught up, entered the password in front of her, and forcefully pushed the door open, as if she were the mistress of the house.

“Aren't you afraid of alerting Judy and the others?" Ariana glanced at her coldly.

“Fear not, there's no one inside the house now." Helen sneered and went on, “Ever since you moved out, Theodore left too. Soon after, I found myself back in the hospital. Theodore granted all the staff a vacation."

As Helen's gaze turned frosty, she remarked, "It's quite absurd, isn't it? This grand mansion reduced to emptiness due to your absence. You've barely been married for three months."

The house had been shrouded in silence for an extended period until they arrived.

Helen stood before Ariana, uttering words that held no significance. But Ariana, lacking the patience to entertain idle conversation, brushed Helen's shoulder aside and proceeded forward with determination.

"I have no interest in reminiscing about the past with you. If you don't get to the point, I shall take my leave.”

Ariana paused and turned to face Helen, awaiting her next move.

Though displeased with Ariana's dismissive attitude, Helen's smile widened as she contemplated the forthcoming revelation. She walked toward Ariana with an air of confidence.

"Let us proceed. I shall guide you to a place where everything shall become clear."

As they ascended to the fourth floor, Ariana hesitated. Were they heading towards the end of the corridor?

As anticipated, Helen reached the room at the corridor's end before Ariana. She cast a cold glance at Ariana and spoke, her words dripping with disdain.

"Why do you linger there? Come here. Don't you yearn for the truth? Or have you lost your nerve?"

Ariana snorted and strode forward. Helen continued to goad Ariana persistently, successfully pushing her buttons. It must be acknowledged that Helen possessed a knack for provoking her.

The thick wooden door loomed before them, tightly shut. A lavender-hued door token dangled from its handle.

“The answer you seek lies just beyond this door," Helen stated. Her voice, bewitching in its tone, held a tantalizing promise.

"Push it open, and you will have your answers."