Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 857
When a noise stirred at the door, a glimmer of hope flickered in
Helen’s eyes.
But as a nurse entered instead of Theodore, the glimmer faded Like a distant star swallowed by the night.
Her expression reverted to its emotionless facade as she sat still on the bed.
The nurse pushed a cart and barely lifted her face, saying, “It’s time for your medication.”
Helen remained motionless, untouched by the nurse’s words.
Growing impatient, the nurse took hold of her, pressing the medicine into her hand and delivering a stern warning, “Take it now,
and no more vomiting!”
Helen’s eyes locked onto the nurse with a sinister glint. She spoke softly. “What’s your name?”
Ignoring Helen’s question, the nurse continued tending to the IV drip, turning a deaf ear to the question.
A cunning smile crept onto Helen’s lips as she scrutinized the nurse from head to toe, her mind calculating Like a chess
grandmaster.
There was a striking resemblance between the nurse’s build and height and her own.
Helen remained silent, observing the nurse with a keen eye.

As the nurse leaned in, Helen seized the opportunity with Lightning speed, her grip like a vise, strangling the nurse’s neck.
Surprised and panic-stricken, the nurse struggled to reach for the call bell, but Helen’s strength prevailed, rendering her
unconscious with a single, swift strike.
The nurse crumpled to the floor, and Helen released her hold, her own chest heaving with the exertion. She felt as if her heart
would explode any second from then!
After a moment, she removed the needle from her hand. Then she stood up and donned the nurse‘s uniform.
The name badge on the uniform bore the nurse’s identity. Helen sneered, the name seemingly inconsequential compared to her
grand scheme.
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Steeling herself, Helen tucked the nurse’s body under the bed and covered it with a blanket.
Helen finished everything but was still having trouble breathing and her chest was heaving. Several times, she came
dangerously close to passing out.
A poor heart did make things more difficult.
Helen sat on the floor for a moment, letting the anger clear up. She readjusted her clothes, lowered her hat, and slipped on her
mask. Then, resolute and disguised, she pushed the medicine cart out the door.

In the dimly lit corridor, guards stood like sentinels. They spaced about twelve feet apart, their watchful eyes scanning the area.
Helen gripped her mask tightly, trying to blend into the environment as she stealthily headed outside.
As she passed past the guards, their scrutinizing eyes bore into her, causing a thin sheen of sweat to form on her palms as she
pushed the cart.
One of the guards felt a flicker of suspicion and called out, “Stop! How are things inside?”