Ariana stared at him, her mind going blank. At that moment, the sight of their pretentious expressions made her want to do nothing more than tear them apart with her bare hands.

Darian noticed Jasper's lack of restraint and decided to mediate the situation, clearing his throat awkwardly. He assumed an elder's demeanor and patted Ariana lightly on the shoulder.

“Anyway, try to be strong, Ariana. The accident occurred the day before yesterday, early in the morning. He was in the hospital for two days... The doctors tried their best."

For a moment, Ariana froze when she heard Darian's words then her brain began to process this information

The day before yesterday in the early morning? Wasn't Theodore in bed at that time, sleeping soundly beside her?

Although she wasn't sure what time Theodore had got up and left, she knew he had gone to get Marley's clothes before she visited Lilyana's shop. Then how could he have been in the accident the day before yesterday?

The moment the pieces fell into place in her mind, the flood of emotions welling in Ariana's heart broke loose. Her chest heaved violently, and she suddenly grabbed Darian's arm with a fierce grip.

With her wild, bloodshot eyes fixed on him, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Where?"

Darian flinched, frightened by her sudden intensity. He stiffened immediately after, worried that she would do something drastic if he made any sudden moves. Forcing himself to stay calm, he inquired, "What do you mean, ‘where?'™

“Where did the accident happen?!" she shrieked, her trembling voice abruptly rising and piercing the still air.

Alarmed, Darian instinctively stepped back and quickly answered, "On the 320 highway."

Ariana knew where that highway was. It was at least 30 kilometers away from the small town they were in. Unless Theodore could teleport, there was no way he could have reached that area early in the morning.

Ariana realized something. She released the terrified Darian, shoved past him, and rushed into the morgue.

The cold air of the morgue settled onto her skin. There was only one body in the room, the white sheet covering it glowing dimly under a cold fluorescent overhead light. It was like a spotlight, making the darker corners of the room seem ominous.

Ariana stopped for a second, thrown off by the foreboding atmosphere, but she determinedly took a few steps forward and approached the body.

Her shaky hand reached out to lift the white sheet, but Horace hurriedly stopped her.

“His face was severely damaged in the accident. If you want to see him, please be prepared,” Horace warned, his expression full of sorrow.

The limp arm of the body had slipped out from beneath the white sheet and, on the ring finger, was their wedding ring. It glinted under the cold lamplight, catching her eye.

Ariana stared at the ring, her thoughts racing, her mind a mess. Her eyes were sad and hollow as if her soul had been taken away.

After a while, a bitter Laugh suddenly escaped her throat. Without saying a word, she pushed Horace away, grabbed the white sheet, and forcefully pulled it off the body.