Recognizing Theodore's diversion, Ariana breathed out a soft sigh.

"If you're reluctant to discuss it—"

She paused, her words hanging in the air as she grappled with the thought of bringing it up once more. Swiftly, she shifted the conversation.

"If you don't want to talk about her, I won't press further."

"No."

The firm denial from Theodore took her by surprise. He drew her into a gentle embrace, gazing into her eyes.

“I'll tell you, but I need some time to gather my thoughts. I promise to explain everything."

Outside the hospital room, Horace kept a vigilant eye on the situation unfolding within. A sudden flurry of activity from inside made him contemplate whether to intervene, but the noise died down as quickly as it had begun.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, Horace watched as Theodore emerged from the room, looking ashen.

Concerned, he moved towards him, taking in Theodore's disturbing pallor.

"I need some rest. Keep watch here, and look after her," said Theodore, his tone nonchalant as he walked away. Horace, initially wanting to accompany him, stopped in his tracks.

At that moment, Ariana's voice echoed from the room.

“Horace, could you please come in?"

Left with no other option, Horace made his way into the room.

Ariana sat on the bed, her face serene. Her calm demeanor suggested that everything was under control. But then she tured to him with a serious question.

“Is there an issue with Theodore's health?”

Caught off guard by her question, Horace was quick to respond.

"No, boss is in good health."

Unexpectedly, Ariana held up a medicine bottle, her gaze steady.

“Then, what is this?" she asked.