Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 779

This middle-aged man happened to be the very person who had spoken in the recording, the doctor

named Santino Felton, identifiable by a scar on the right side of his face.

Fixing a cold gaze upon Darian, Santino then offered a sardonic smile and spoke. “I must apologize for

disappointing you, Mr. Anderson. Your men pursued me relentlessly, and I ultimately met the embrace

of the sea. To my surprise, I found myself rescued.”

“You! What are you talking about?!” Darian’s anger surged to such heights that his words stumbled

upon one another, his entire body trembling with fury.

Santino sneered, his tone dripping with scorn, “Darian, you possess an exceptional talent for

abandoning those whom you have exploited. You had pledged fifty million dollars as payment after I

manipulated Aimee into a state of madness. Yet, you failed to honor your promise, instead dispatching

someone to end my life. I had envisioned a promising future, but you have shattered it. How do you

intend to compensate me!”

Now, with the witness’s testimony and the presentation of evidence, the assembled crowd directed their

gaze upon Darian.

Despite his face assuming an ashen hue, he remained obstinate, unwilling to concede, despite his

growing awareness of the unfolding reality. After all, considering that Aimee had been dead for more

than ten years, it was hard to find out the truth about her death! So he should just insist on denying

Theodore’s words.

“How can I tell if this individual isn’t a puppet you’ve orchestrated to stage this spectacle?” he

vehemently denied, attempting to deflect accountability. “Furthermore, Aimee was merely an ordinary

woman, hailing from a humble background. She experienced a Life of opulence upon our union!”

Darian harbored no remorse for the actions he had inflicted upon his former spouse. In that moment, as

his gaze fell upon the coffin, the only sentiment that pervaded his eyes was unadulterated hatred. “She

was an inconsequential woman, incapable of bringing me happiness or advancing my career. Why

should I have kept her?”

What was more, this was a disgrace for him to be accused in front of so many people.

The more Darian ruminated on the situation, the more his anger intensified. He bellowed at Theodore,

his voice resonating with disdain, “You are undoubtedly her son, embodying her essence. The mere

thought of your connection with her disgusts me! You are unworthy of bearing our family name!

Henceforth, I disown you!”

Ariana couldn’t bear the burden any longer when she heard Darian’s unrelenting refusal to show

remorse, his attempts to tarnish Theodore’s reputation. Finally, she found her voice and spoke up.

“You!”

She was on the verge of uttering a curse, but Theodore swiftly stepped in front of her, gently holding

her hand. He turned around, enveloping her in a tender embrace, and whispered in her ear, “It’s okay,

don’t worry.”

Theodore’s words momentarily puzzled Ariana, until she considered that perhaps this was all part of his

plan

She chose to remain silent, her anger still simmering as she glared at Darian.

Undeterred, Darian continued berating Theodore, accusing him of being unfilial. Yet, Theodore merely

faced him, viewing his relentless attacks as being self-destructive. A light chuckle escaped his lips as

he calmly stated, “Very well, I will sever our father-son relationship.”

Darian’s authority as a father felt repeatedly challenged by Theodore’s casual and indifferent

demeanor. In the midst of the onlookers, Darian’s fury surged.

“Theodore, you heartless demon! May you burn in hell!” Overwhelmed by anger and shame, Darian

persisted in his vehement berating of Theodore, disregarding entirely the fact that they were gathered

for Aimee’s funeral.

“Theodore, you are nothing more than an abandoned child of the Anderson family. Without our support,

you are utterly insignificant!” Darian’s face flushed with anger as he scolded, but just then, a police

whistle pierced the air outside the cemetery.

He fell silent, his gaze fixated on the police car stationed at the cemetery’s gate, fearing they might

apprehend him.

If captured now, there would be those who would covet the wealth and status of the Anderson Group,

and his own glory and affluence would crumble to dust.

As the police officers made their way toward them, Darian’s fear grew so overwhelming that he

struggled to draw a breath. In his mind, it couldn’t be happening, it just couldn’t. There was no evidence

connecting him to Aimee’s death, and besides, she was gone for many years. No one could possibly

accuse him of any crime.

Several uniformed officers approached the group, their words cutting through the tense atmosphere,

“We have received a report accusing Jasper of intentional homicide and Sharon of defamation and

intentional injury. Both of you, come with us.”

Noticing the omission of his name, Darian breathed a sigh of relief.

Jasper’s gaze met the policeman standing before him, leaving him in a state of disbelief. Desperate for

assistance, he turned to Darian, urgency Lacing his voice as he pleaded, “Dad, say something.”

However, Darian nervously averted his eyes, evading any contact.