Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

“Oh...” Ariana was short of words. She sighed and licked her dry lips. She poured herself a glass of water. As she drank it, she
took out her mobile phone with the intention of knowing Sarah’s condition.
Sure enough, the media had gotten to the accident scene. There were countless photos of the scene all over the Internet.
The cops had already begun investigating, so they found out the cause of the accident. The owner of the car that crashed into
the taxi was Lynch’s fan. She crazily claimed she did it for her idol. She got arrested for attempted murder on the spot.
Ariana was scrolling down when she saw pictures of her carrying a child out of the taxi and leaving the scene. They were blurry,
so they were probably taken by some passerby.
Many comments were flooding under that post, most of which were discussions about the child’s identity.
“Oh my goodness! What do I do? Someone took pictures of me carrying the child and posted them online. Ariana looked at
Theodore with worry written all over her face.
She had wrapped the little girl with her coat, so her face wasn’t visible at all. However, it was best not to underestimate social
media users nowadays. They constantly came up with different ways to dig up the truth. If things went on like this, the girl’s
identity might come to light.
This was the last thing Ariana wanted to happen.
Given the present state of things, the whole situation would worsen if the child’s identity was exposed.
After a short silence, Theodore ordered his assistant, “Go deal with it. Scrub off those pictures from the Internet immediately.”
“Okay, boss.” Horace nodded and left quickly.

The couple was left alone in the lounge.
Ariana stared at her phone absentmindedly. She was never at ease whenever they were alone together.
As soon as she raised her hand to brush her hair back, she cried out in pain. Her fingers touched the bruise on her forehead that
she had completely forgotten about until now.
Ariana pressed her palm on her forehead to ease the throbbing pain. She had just opened her misty eyes again when she saw a
big hand holding a band-aid with strawberry patterns.
Ariana looked up in confusion. “Is this... for me?”
It was hard to believe that the cold-hearted Theodore was being so kind now. Ever since she met him, he had been so moody
and uncaring. She couldn’t understand what went on in his head at all. Why was he so caring tonight?
“Just take it. I found it in the trash can,” Theodore uttered expressionlessly. Ignoring her reaction, he threw the band-aid on the
table beside her, turned around, and left.
“Tsk! I guess I got my hopes up too high this time, Ariana grumbled under her breath, staring at Theodore’s back.
A few minutes later, the door of the lounge was opened from outside. The director came in with an examination report. Ariana
stood up and walked over in a hurry.
“Doctor, how is she? Is there anything wrong with her?”
“Calm down, ma’am. She’s doing good. She has no external injuries.” The director handed her the report and continued with a
frown, “However, we can’t say for sure that there’s nothing wrong with her. We need to carry out a more detailed examination.

There’s something off about her. Judging by her behavior, she might have congenital autism. It seems the white spots on her
face are due to vitiligo. Rest assured that the medical team will keep on attending to her.”