"I'll go and see what's going on. You stay here."

He pushed his wheelchair and left with the doctor.

Ariana hesitated for a while and then followed them.

The doctor pushed open the door of the room. Before Theodore could enter, he heard the sound of glass breaking, followed by Helen's cry.

The doctor rushed into the ward to check on Helen, and Theodore followed. As soon as they entered, they found Helen sitting on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. The floor was strewn with debris from a broken mirror and the IV bag had been lowered.

The nurse was cowering in a corner, looking helpless and frightened by Helen's sudden outburst.

"Helen!" Theodore called out with a slight frown.

Hearing the familiar voice, Helen suddenly raised her head and saw Theodore. Her face lit up as if she had seen her savior.

"Theodore, what's wrong with my face?

How come I am disfigured? Did the doctor make a wrong diagnosis?"

Tears were streaming down Helen's cheeks. She looked helplessly at Theodore, begging him to help her. She seemed so fragile right now.

Theodore's cold hands lifted Helen's arms up and to her surprise, Theodore was absolutely calm. His words were soft but it was clear that he was distancing himself from her.

“Listen to the doctor, Helen."

Crying, Helen shook her head and said, “Theodore, I'll listen to the doctor, but please tell me first if my face can be cured."

Theodore discreetly waved to the nurse to help Helen back to bed. Instead of answering Helen's question directly, he said, "You need to calm down now.

Excessive emotional stimulation will slow your recovery and it will affect your heart as well."

However, Helen wouldn't listen to him this time and she insisted on getting the answer. She pushed away the nurse's hand and tried to get out of bed. She wanted to hold Theodore's hand.

Helen was trembling and cried incessantly. She looked so pitiful, like a damsel in distress that any man would want to protect.

Theodore pinched his eyebrows, feeling a little tired.

"Helen, listen to the doctor."