Mitchel nodded and went on to tell told Theodore how many times a day he should apply medicine on Ariana's ankle. He even showed Theodore exactly how he should massage the bruised ankle.

The doctor's professionalism soothed Theodore who became less alert. However, in spite of the fact that he had a smile on his face, his voice was still cold.

"I trust your professional skills. I'll ask my assistant to get the medicine later,"

Theodore said after a while.

“Okay. If you do what I said, Miss Edwards will be well soon. If you have any questions later, you can call me. And..." Mitchel thought for a moment and added, “You should also rest more during this time. Don't overexert yourself. Although the heavy smoke didn't cause you any health problems this time, you still inhaled way too much of it. If you feel dizzy and tired these days, it's normal."

"Thank you," Theodore said calmly.

"You're welcome." Mitchel didn't stay any longer in the ward and left after giving the recommendations to Theodore. Horace followed the doctor to deal with the paperwork.

Theodore and Ariana were the only ones left in the ward. It had suddenly become very quiet.

Leaning against the headboard, Ariana fiddled with her phone, completely ignoring Theodore. She was very cold and had no intention of saying anything.

She clearly heard the sound of the wheelchair approaching, but she only glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. Seeing that Theodore was wearing a clean shirt and trousers, and didn't have any wounds, she brought back her attention to her phone. Her only worry had been that Theodore might be injured, but now that he was fine, she could continue to ignore him.

Theodore drove his wheelchair to the bedside and the whole time, he didn't take his eyes off Ariana. Since he entered the ward, she hadn't said a word or showed any expression. She didn't look at him at all, yet she chatted happily with Mitchel just now.

Theodore knew he was thinking too much, but he couldn't help it. He had a sense of crisis. Could Ariana fall for a man she had only met once?

Theodore furrowed his brow. He took Ariana's hand and spoke softly.

"Are you feeling better now?"

She ignored him, her focus fixated on her phone. Though she wasn't truly engrossed in it, she showed no response to Theodore.

Theodore's jealousy over Mitchel intensified, but seeing her like this, he sensed something was amiss. During her previous outburst of anger, she had cried and scolded him, but she had never treated him as a stranger like this. Could it be—

He grew uneasy. Did she witness him rising from the wheelchair when she fainted?

Theodore, who rarely misjudged situations, couldn't be certain now. Back then, he had seen her collapse and had carried her in his arms, speaking to her, but she hadn't responded.

At that moment, he had been consumed by worry, his emotions teetering on the edge of control. He hadn't even considered whether Ariana might have seen him standing up or not.

Just as he was about to say something, a knock resounded from the door. Horace returned, holding a medicine bag in his hand. He approached the bed and politely inquired, "How are you feeling, Mrs. Anderson?"