Theodore removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his voice gentle as he said, “It is time for us to return home."

With a nod, Ariana made her way towards the entrance of the cemetery, accompanied by Theodore.

Horace awaited them at the entrance, and after Ariana entered the car, Theodore engaged in a conversation with Horace near the vehicle. Their words were indistinct to Ariana's ears. Seated inside the car, her attention was drawn to three black cars parked at the entrance.

An uneasy feeling washed over Ariana as she speculated that she might once again be under surveillance or that someone might be pursuing Theodore.

Regaining her composure, she examined the cars more closely and discovered that their license plates belonged to Eleymond's, not Mistlyn's. Relief flooded through her, as she surmised that these individuals were Likely here for the cemetery visit.

Suddenly, a knock resounded on the car window. Ariana rolled it down and encountered Theodore, who remained stationary, showing no intention of getting inside.

Confusion etched across Ariana's face as she asked, “Aren't you getting in the car?"

Theodore shook his head and responded softly, "I still have some matters to attend to. I'll return home later.

Understanding that he needed to resolve the aftermath of the recent commotion, Ariana nodded in agreement. Additionally, remaining at this location for an extended period could result in her falling ill, prompting her compliance.

As the car began to move, Ariana, reluctant to part ways, fixated her gaze upon Theodore, who grew more distant with each passing moment. She kept her eyes Locked on him until he disappeared from view entirely.

Once Ariana had departed, Theodore proceeded to approach the black cars bearing Mistlyn's License plates by the roadside. He positioned himself before the leading vehicle and announced, "Grandpa, they are all gone. We can go in now."

On the opposite side, following his removal from the cemetery, Darian found himself thrust into a diminutive, Lightless room. The absence of any illumination filled him with an overwhelming sense of trepidation and unease.

He couldn't fathom Theodore's intentions for confining him in this bleak space.

Just moments ago, he had felt a surge of relief at having evaded the clutches of the police during the funeral. However, that sentiment was swiftly replaced by genuine fear

Darian should have known better than to underestimate Theodore's madness and his capacity for unpredictable actions.

In this dire moment, regret consumed him, prompting thoughts on why he had ever married Aimee, that deranged woman. She had been nothing more than a powerless orphan, devoid of any influence or affluence. Apart from her initial contribution of 800, 000, which had jump-started the Anderson family's business, she had made no further meaningful contributions.

The Anderson Group's current stature had been built meticulously by the concerted efforts of both Darian and his father.

And what about Aimee?

She possessed no power or support to offer. Once she had exhausted her meager savings, she remained utterly ineffectual in aiding the Anderson Group within the realm of business.

Yet, despite her complete Lack of influence, Aimee somehow managed to claim a 30% ownership share. The question of why continued to gnaw at Darian, intensifying his mounting regret and fury.