Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 593
It was a VIP ward for two people. Horace had anticipated their needs before Theodore and Ariana woke up. Little did he expect
that they would have such a heated argument.
Feeling helpless, Horace yearned for a smooth development in Theodore’s relationship with Ariana. After all, Theodore’s work
thrived when he was in good spirits.
Moreover, Horace had witnessed Theodore’s arduous journey to achieve his current success. While outsiders perceived
Theodore as aloof, Horace knew he cherished Ariana more than his own life. ©
Unfortunately, Ariana, being caught in the middle, might not grasp these nuances.
Once Ariana had regained her composure, Horace washed a plate of fruit for her and placed it nearby. After a moment of
hesitation, he intended to speak up. “Mrs. Anderson.”
Ariana looked up, sensing his forthcoming words. She retorted coldly, “I don’t need to hear you defend your boss.”
Horace froze, caught off guard.
Ariana sneered, “You must have known that Theodore was surveilling me and pretending to be disabled. And you kept it from
me, didn’t you?”
Horace fumbled for a response, guiltily pushing his glasses up.
Turing away, Ariana continued, “I know you work for him, so you’re bound to obey his orders. I won’t make things difficult for you,
but don’t try to convince me to accept it.”

“Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson is facing his own challenges,” Horace began, struggling to find the right words. It was a rare
moment of hesitation for him.
“I don’t want to hear it right now. I need to rest. Please leave,” Ariana interrupted, pulling the quilt over her head. ©
Feeling helpless, Horace let out a sigh and reluctantly departed.
As he reached the door, he couldn’t resist glancing back and murmured, “Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson isn’t as cold and
unyielding as you believe.”
With that, he closed the door gently. The room was enveloped in silence.
Horace’s words lingered in Ariana’s mind. She remembered how she had violently pushed Theodore’s hand away in anger
earlier, and the sight of a crimson bandage with reopened wounds.
Before that, in a fit of anger, she had forcefully pressed her hand against his palm.
A pang of remorse pierced her heart, and tears welled in her eyes. She blamed Theodore for hurting her, yet she, too, had
caused him pain.
She hadn’t anticipated her own aggression in that moment.
However, the memory of Theodore’s deceit and surveillance sent a shiver down her spine. She felt lost, unsure of what to do
next. ©
Theodore silently moved to the adjacent ward, where the room lay in darkness.

After shutting the door, he settled into the wheelchair, gazing at his hands as they trembled uncontrollably.