"If we transfer funds immediately following Theodore's passing, wouldn't it appear too hasty and potentially attract unwanted attention?"

However, Darian paid no heed to Jasper‘s concerns, exuding unwavering confidence as he retorted, "What is there to fear? Once we secure this project, our return will be multiplied, hundredfold, even thousandfold, of what we invested! Subsequently, we shall quietly return the taken funds. As Long as our actions are shrouded in secrecy, no one shall be the wiser!"

Observing Jasper's lingering worry, Darian comforted him with a reassuring pat on the back and a smile, saying, "Well, okay. When the time comes, I shall wrest SJ Entertainment from Adrian's clutches, and you shall ascend to the position of CEO! How about that?"

Jasper's countenance blossomed with joy at the sound of this promise.

He became enamored with the idea, his mind rigidly fixated on the prospect, neglecting any other considerations as he hastily exclaimed, “Father, you Leave no loose ends. There is undoubtedly no flaw in this project. I shall immediately contact the finance department!”

The two departed from the mortuary, their hearts brimming with elation and contentment.

In another room of the hospital, Ariana slowly regained consciousness

The room teemed with individuals as Marge and other friends had come to see her. Soon, the room was adorned with a colorful array of flowers.

“Ariana, do not allow sadness to consume you. Your well-being takes precedence."

"Yes, you must take care of yourself."

Horace had stood silently by Ariana's bedside since her fainting episode.

Ariana remained still on the bed, paying no attention to the kind words and gestures extended by those around her. She resembled a Limp doll, her face pale and her heart heavy.

Watching her continuous tears, Sarah's heart filled with compassion as she approached Ariana's bedside, speaking softly.

“Ariana, my dear, you must summon your strength. It pains me to see you in this state.”

As Sarah's gaze fell on Ariana's lower abdomen, others in the room echoed the sentiment.

However, Ariana, her voice hoarse, said, "Please, give me a moment of solitude. I just want to be alone."

Everyone in there wanted to offer further solace, yet seeing Ariana's fragile emotional state, they had to compromise and leave.

Sarah let out a sigh and placed a thermos on the bedside table before making her exit.

“There's chicken soup in there. Regardless of the circumstances, you must nourish yourself. Don't forget about your condition."

Sarah's implication was crystal clear. Ariana carried a child in her womb, and she couldn't afford to let her body succumb to exhaustion.