Horace assisted Ariana to the bed, retrieving the prescribed medicine from the doctor and offering it to her.

Once she took the medication, her agitation subsided, but she still trembled slightly.

“Mrs. Anderson, let me fetch an extra blanket for you. The nights can be chilly,"

Horace suggested, aware of her trembling despite the room's heating. He fetched a cashmere blanket for her.

It was a VIP ward for two people. Horace had anticipated their needs before Theodore and Ariana woke up. Little did he expect that they would have such a heated argument.

Feeling helpless, Horace yearned for a smooth development in Theodore's relationship with Ariana. After all, Theodore's work thrived when he was in good spirits.

Moreover, Horace had witnessed Theodore's arduous journey to achieve his current success. While outsiders perceived Theodore as aloof, Horace knew he cherished Ariana more than his own life.

Unfortunately, Ariana, being caught in the middle, might not grasp these nuances.

Once Ariana had regained her composure, Horace washed a plate of fruit for her and placed it nearby. After a moment of hesitation, he intended to speak up.

"Mrs. Anderson."

Ariana looked up, sensing his forthcoming words. She retorted coldly, "I don't need to hear you defend your boss."

Horace froze, caught off guard.

Ariana sneered, "You must have known that Theodore was surveilling me and pretending to be disabled. And you kept it from me, didn't you?”

Horace fumbled for a response, guiltily pushing his glasses up.

Turing away, Ariana continued, "I know you work for him, so you're bound to obey his orders. I won't make things difficult for you, but don't try to convince me to accept it."

"Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson is facing his own challenges," Horace began, struggling to find the right words. It was a rare moment of hesitation for him.

“I don't want to hear it right now. I need to rest. Please leave," Ariana interrupted, pulling the quilt over her head.

Feeling helpless, Horace let out a sigh and reluctantly departed.

As he reached the door, he couldn't resist glancing back and murmured, "Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson isn't as cold and unyielding as you believe."

With that, he closed the door gently. The room was enveloped in silence.