Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 750
“Right away Jasper’s brow slightly furrowed, revealing a hint of hesitation. “If we transfer funds immediately following Theodore’s
passing, wouldn’t it appear too hasty and potentially attract unwanted attention?”
However, Darian paid no heed to Jasper‘s concerns, exuding unwavering confidence as he retorted, “What is there to fear?
Once we secure this project, our return will be multiplied, hundredfold, even thousandfold, of what we invested! Subsequently,
we shall quietly return the taken funds. As Long as our actions are shrouded in secrecy, no one shall be the wiser!”
Observing Jasper’s lingering worry, Darian comforted him with a reassuring pat on the back and a smile, saying, “Well, okay.
When the time comes, I shall wrest SJ Entertainment from Adrian’s clutches, and you shall ascend to the position of CEO! How
about that?”
Jasper’s countenance blossomed with joy at the sound of this promise.
He became enamored with the idea, his mind rigidly fixated on the prospect, neglecting any other considerations as he hastily
exclaimed, “Father, you Leave no loose ends. There is undoubtedly no flaw in this project. I shall immediately contact the finance
department!”
The two departed from the mortuary, their hearts brimming with elation and contentment.
In another room of the hospital, Ariana slowly regained consciousness
The room teemed with individuals as Marge and other friends had come to see her. Soon, the room was adorned with a colorful
array of flowers.

“Ariana, do not allow sadness to consume you. Your well-being takes precedence.”
“Yes, you must take care of yourself.”
Horace had stood silently by Ariana’s bedside since her fainting episode.
Ariana remained still on the bed, paying no attention to the kind words and gestures extended by those around her. She
resembled a Limp doll, her face pale and her heart heavy.
Watching her continuous tears, Sarah’s heart filled with compassion as she approached Ariana’s bedside, speaking softly.
“Ariana, my dear, you must summon your strength. It pains me to see you in this state.”
As Sarah’s gaze fell on Ariana’s lower abdomen, others in the room echoed the sentiment.
However, Ariana, her voice hoarse, said, “Please, give me a moment of solitude. I just want to be alone.”
Everyone in there wanted to offer further solace, yet seeing Ariana’s fragile emotional state, they had to compromise and leave.
Sarah let out a sigh and placed a thermos on the bedside table before making her exit. “There’s chicken soup in there.
Regardless of the circumstances, you must nourish yourself. Don’t forget about your condition.”
Sarah’s implication was crystal clear. Ariana carried a child in her womb, and she couldn’t afford to let her body succumb to
exhaustion.
Ariana remained motionless, maintaining her posture without uttering a word.

Once the ward emptied, Ariana confirmed her solitude. Her expression changed consequently. Swiftly, she sat up, unveiling the
thermos and gluttonously devouring the soup! !
Sarah understood her well, so she brought some food. Ariana had weathered intense emotional turmoil, which meant she could
eat a horse now!
Once she had fueled up with a good meal, Ariana found her mind sharpening once more.
One certainty stood out to her: the body that everyone believed to be Theodore’s wasn’t his.
There was supposed to be a scar etched into the skin of his right hand.
A fiery memory echoed in her mind, Theodore playing the hero, his hand marred by a burning chandelier as he protected her.
That scar, that symbol of bravery and love, was absent from the body she had touched in the mortuary. But when she was in the
town with Theodore, the scar was still on his hand.