The thought was too unbearable to contemplate. His ragged breaths grazed Ariana's neck, communicating the depth of his panic.

She returned his embrace, seeking to comfort him with her words despite her hoarse voice.

"Theodore, I'm fine. You're here. You made it in time. You saved me again."

Her soft voice seemed to soothe Theodore's shaking soul. Gradually, he relaxed his grip on Ariana. Looking up at him, she marshaled the last vestiges of her strength and asked, "Did you see Sarah?"

“She's okay. I had someone escort her away," Theodore replied, his breath still uneven, and his gaze on Ariana tender as if handling a delicate treasure.

Hearing that Sarah was safe, Ariana managed a comforting smile for Theodore before her strength gave out and she fainted.

"T contacted a private doctor on the way here. He's waiting for us on the first floor,"

Horace announced immediately, stepping forward.

Theodore nodded, preparing to lift Ariana into his arms. As he did, a sharp pain shot through his right hand.

His body shook in response, but he stubbornly held on to Ariana, refusing to let her go.

In the midst of his emotional turmoil, Theodore hadn't noticed any physical discomfort.

Only now did he realize that his forceful pull to save Ariana had resulted in a dislocated right hand.

Horace, noticing Theodore's struggle, quickly stepped forward, offering, "Boss, let me help?"

“No, I've got this," Theodore insisted without a moment's hesitation. Cradling

Ariana in his arms, he carefully made his way out of the ruins.

Outside, the doctor, who had been waiting anxiously, had already conducted a preliminary examination on Sarah.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she whirled around to see Theodore holding Ariana.

Rushing forward anxiously, she demanded, "What's happened to her?"

Horace explained, "She's probably fainted from pushing herself to her limits for too long."

Sarah let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this.