She had lost everything now. Would Theodore still like her?

Sitting in a wheelchair, Theodore quietly waited for Helen to finish crying. He didn't say or do anything to comfort her.

Sobbing, Helen complained, "Theodore, it was Ariana who pushed me down the stairs. She not only went to Marley's room but also to your office. She pushed me down the stairs when I tried to stop her after we had a fight.”

Theodore listened to her calmly but didn't say anything. Soon the nurse was bagged with the new IV bag as she changed the one that was hanging there.

By this time, Helen had already calmed down, and let the nurse give her the injection. In fact, as long as Theodore was by her side, her mood was stable.

She would be obedient to him because that was what he wanted.

After changing the IV bag, the nurse left. Helen looked at Theodore and said, “Theodore, it seems that Ariana knows about Marley and she can't accept it."

"Really?" Theodore said lightly while flipping the wedding ring on his finger. His impassive gaze made it difficult to decipher his thoughts.

Helen was glad that he didn't say anything.

It seemed that Theodore still trusted her. In this case, her assumption was correct.

There was no way Theodore really fell in love with Ariana. Ariana was just someone he found to bear his children. The only good thing about her was that she was fertile. She was always fighting with Theodore. How could he love such a disobedient woman?

“Theodore, Ariana is such a bad person. Why don't you divorce her? She doesn't deserve to stay in Anderson family."

As Helen spoke, she scrutinized Theodore to notice his slightest expression, and started to goad him. She was so eager for him to divorce Ariana. Once that wretched woman was out of the Anderson family, Theodore would be all hers.

At the thought of this, Helen was so excited. Before Theodore could say anything, she quickly held his hand again and said with a pitiful look, "Theodore, trust me."

Upon hearing this, Theodore suddenly laughed. He gazed intently at Helen and said in a soft but icy tone, "I only believe what I choose to believe."

Helen was confused.

Theodore maneuvered the wheelchair and approached the bed. Eyes downcast, he smoothed the folds of the blanket with his slender fingers. When he was like that, it was even more difficult to discern his thoughts.

“IL like obedient girls, but recently, you've been a little bit naughty, Helen."

He was still smiling, but for some reason, Helen felt chills all over.

In an attempt to control her nervousness, she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palm.