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.

Seeing him safe and unharmed.

As they entered the elevator, Horace pressed the descent button.

Ariana stared at the glowing red button, forcing a bitter smile. Her voice trembled as she inquired, “Why are we descending? Isn't the emergency room on the third floor?"

Grief etched across his face, Horace drew a deep breath, met her gaze, and steadied his voice.

"Mrs. Anderson, we're heading to basement level two-the morgue."

Ariana was in a daze. There was a strange numbness over her mind. She only came to her senses when she heard the sound of the elevator pinging as it came to a stop. The doors opened, and she stepped out, her movements as sluggish and lifeless as a walking corpse.

Two people were already standing at the entrance of the morgue.

It was Darian and Jasper.

Their faces showed no sign of grief. Although Ariana was too far away to hear what they were saying, their glee was apparent, as if they didn't care they were standing outside a morgue.

Moreover, seeing that they looked so delighted, it must mean they had already confirmed the body's identity.

When they saw Ariana approaching, Darian shot Jasper a look, and the two of them tried to suppress their amusement and feign sorrow instead.

Darian's eyes squinted, and he managed to squeeze out a small tear as he said to Ariana with a face filled with contrived grief, "Ah, Ariana, don't be too sad."

Jasper, on the other hand, was even more insensitive and showed no restraint or attempt to hide his true feelings in front of her. His lips curled into a smug smirk, an air of schadenfreude and triumph around him.

He looked at Ariana with raised eyebrows and a wide grin and said, "My brother is gone, but you need to be sure to take care of yourself, my dear sister-in-law."

He drawled the words "sister-in-law" in a provocative manner as a way to get under her skin.