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Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter 1177
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Ariana had considered explaining that he had a fiancée, but it felt like it would only complicate matters further.

So, she chose not to elaborate and smoothly changed the subject.

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After conversing for a while, Remy left. Before long, Melon arrived with a nurse by his side.

Upon seeing Ariana injured, Melon becdeeply upset, his eyes welling up with tears.

Ariana swiftly enveloped him in her loving embrace, her voice a gentle, soothing coo.

“There, there, Mommy is perfectly fine now.” Melon, in a quiet moment, let tears fall before delicately blowing on Ariana’s wound. He asked, “Mommy, does it still hurt? I'll blow on it for you.” “Just a gentle breeze from Melon, and Mommy's pain vanishes,” Ariana said with a warm smile, affectionately pinching his cheek.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart; Mommy is okay.” Melon wiped his tears away and lowered his head, murmuring softly, “Mommy is hurt. Why isn’t Daddy back yet?” Ariana tenderly patted his back to comfort him.

“Daddy has simportant matters to attend to.” But Melon stubbornly shook his head, determination gleaming in his eyes.

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“I won't Listen; | want to call Daddy and ask him why he’s not coming back.” ninja Unable to resist Melon's insistence, Ariana placed the Php in his small hand and watched him make a call.

Upon hearing the voice from the other end, an overwhelming wave of awkwardness coursed through Ariana.

Melon, a mixture of sniffles and anger, exclaimed, “Daddy, your wife was stabbed, and yet you're not coming to see her?” For a brief moment, a heavy silence hung between the two adults, shrouding the room in an uncomfortable atmosphere.

Ultimately, it was Holden who chose to break the oppressive silence.

He cleared his throat and inquired with a measured tone, “How are you now? Are you feeling better? Does the wound still hurt?” “Much better,” Ariana replied.