Reaching the hospital, Ariana handed the taxi fare in cash, not even bothering to wait for the change. She stumbled out of the vehicle and rushed into the medical facility.

Horace stood at the entrance waiting for her, his disheveled appearance a stark contrast to his usual impeccable demeanor.

His hair was askew, his eyes bloodshot and swollen, clearly struggling to maintain composure.

A multitude of questions flooded Ariana's mind, desperate for answers about what had transpired and how Theodore could be in peril.

Yet, her words lodged in her throat, rendered voiceless. All she could think about was Laying her eyes on Theodore.