Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 549
Theodore retorted, “What about you? Why are you here? Weren’t you supposed to be asleep?”
His eyes were sharp. His primary concern wasn’t the cause of Helen’s fall, but rather, why Ariana had lied to him.
Ariana was left speechless. Her lie had been exposed, and there was no hiding or disguising it anymore. The truth was that she
had lied to him.
While all this was happening, Horace quickly called for an ambulance and grabbed a first aid kit to gently bandage Helen’s
wound.
As Helen closed her eyes and collapsed, a noticeable gash appeared on her forehead from the railing’s impact. Hidden wounds
on both sides of her face were now bleeding, while her white coat became stained with blood, creating a disturbing and
gruesome scene.
Ariana found herself unable to witness Helen’s condition. At this moment, she grasped the full extent of Helen’s ruthlessness –
not just towards others, but towards herself. To fulfill her objective, Helen had been willing to gamble with her own life.
The room was steeped in silence, only broken by Horace’s composed call to the ambulance.
Ariana remained frozen at the top of the stairs, wordlessly watching the scene unfold.
The wail of the approaching ambulance broke the silence. The paramedics rushed in, quickly assessing Helen’s condition before
carefully transferring her onto a stretcher and out of the villa.
While being transported on the stretcher, Helen managed to reach out and grab Theodore’s sleeve as they passed by.

Helen, who had passed out, woke up. She looked pained and struggled to catch her breath as she weakly called out,
“Theodore...”
Theodore only glanced sideways as they passed him, his face obscured by shadows.
He uttered in a low, steady voice, “Helen, go to the hospital first.”
“Theodore...
Observing this interaction, Ariana curled her lips in a scornful sneer. It didn’t take a genius to predict that Helen would
undoubtedly claim that she had pushed her.
1...” Helen said in pain, still clinging onto his sleeve.
“Miss Clarke, we’ll discuss it later. Your injuries are severe.” It was Horace’s voice.
Helen’s pain seemed too intense for her to speak clearly. She sobbed intermittently, managing to say between tears, “Theodore,
I’m sorry... | couldn’t stop her from entering Marley’s room...” ©
At Mercy Hospital.
Ariana sat alone on a chair in the waiting area, her head bowed, like a criminal waiting for trial.
A short distance away, the relentless glow of the emergency light persisted, with Helen lying comatose in the room.
A gentleman’s jacket was draped over Ariana’s shoulders, yet she felt a chilling loneliness like a directionless ship lost in the vast
ocean.