Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 602
The clay figurines were made by Ariana after they admitted their mutual love for each other. She said they were the best she had
ever made.
She had modeled her own figurine after herself, and it showed, because it looked exactly like her. Theodore’s clay figurine was
dressed in a suit, with a round face and pink cheeks. It looked very different from Theodore, but Ariana claimed that it looked like
him.
Theodore involuntarily smiled bitterly at the fond memory. He gently touched the clay figurine’s face and whispered, “You were
abandoned.”
Horace stood behind Theodore in stony silence with a deep frown engraved on his face. He watched how deeply Theodore
stared at the clay figurine and his gut pinched in sorrow and sympathy for him.
In the past, Theodore only pretended to be limp in public, and the wheelchair was useless in private. However, since the fight
that he had with Ariana yesterday, he hadn’t even attempted to stand up from it.
Horace still remembered what Ariana said outside the ward. “Since you like to sit in a wheelchair, you can stay in it for good.”
‘Theodore looked like he took her harsh words to heart.
It was obvious that Ariana had made up her mind this time.
Otherwise, how could she have left so soon? It seemed that reconciliation was out of the picture this time.
Horace wished he could help Theodore in his grief but he didn’t know how. Only Ariana could mend his broken heart.

The ringing of the phone in Horace’s pocket broke the silence in the room. He took out his phone and answered it. He listened to
the voice on the other side of the phone for a few seconds before his expression turned cold.
“Okay, I know. Keep investigating.”
After hanging up the phone, Horace took two steps forward and said, “Boss, the results of the investigation came out.”
Theodore turned his head slightly, listening for more.
“The fire broke outside the door of the private room where you were at the time.
There were many flammable substances such as oil found at the scene. Obviously, someone had started the fire on purpose.”
Although Horace usually had the face of a gentle and honest man, he spoke these words with a chill that was only present when
something threatened Theodore’s life. He continued through gritted teeth, “The surveillance cameras on the scene had been
burnt, and the car that stopped the fire engine from entering was unregistered.
We can’t find the owner of the car. The day before the fire, the car was still in the metal recycling plant. But...”
Horace paused and surveyed the expression on Theodore’s face, trying to gauge his reaction. “There is a clue that the waiter
who lit the fire seems to have appeared in Mistlyn. We are secretly looking for him.”
Theodore sneered, “Mistlyn? It seems that those people can’t wait to get rid of me.”
Horace didn’t dare to say anything, because he knew that the ancestral house of the Fredrick family was in Mistlyn, which was
the sphere of influence of Theodore’s grandfather’s family.

Theodore carefully slipped the delicate clay figurine into his pocket and swiveled his wheelchair around to face Horace. With a
stern look, he inquired, “What has been happening with my grandfather lately?”