Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence
Chapter 828

Chapter: 828

Theodore nodded silently. After the doctor left, he called Horace.

Once the phone was connected, Theodore’s cold voice rang out. “I don’t know where Ariana is now.

Gather some people and replace her.”

Horace readily agreed. After hanging up, he immediately assembled a team and began organizing the

search. Meanwhile, Theodore wanted to check if Ariana had tried to contact him, but he realized that

his phone was not with him.

Theodore cast a look at Horace, who instantly got his meaning. “I must have left it behind in the mad

rush to the hospital,” he reasoned, before darting out to retrieve the phone.

In no time, Horace was back, ensuring the phone was charged during his return.

Theodore unlocked the phone only to replace an empty inbox: no message from Ariana. A mix of

disappointment and concern washed over him.

However, he did notice several missed calls from an unknown number, all made late in the night.

This struck him as odd since only a handful knew his contact.

Without hesitation, Theodore dialed the unknown number.

A distorted, grating voice, clearly manipulated by a voice changer, answered.

“Mr. Anderson, you finally pick up. So, does this mean you’re done caring about her Life?”

Those words sent a chill down Theodore’s spine. Trying to keep his voice steady, he asked, “What are

you implying?”

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The man wasted no time, coldly responding, “Ariana is in my hands.

You’ve got 48 hours to come up with one hundred million in cash. Or else, expect parts of her arriving

at your doorstep.”

With that, the call ended abruptly.

Overcome with panic, Theodore lost his grip on his temper, hurling the phone onto the floor. His face

flushed from anxiety, eyes aflame with distress.

Horace, who had overheard the conversation, quickly tried to reassure him. “Boss, they want to use

Mrs. Anderson to get to you. I don’t think she’s in immediate danger.”

The reassurance helped Theodore regain a degree of calm.

Holding back his outrage, he ordered, “Assemble a team to gather the cash, and another to investigate

discreetly. We move now!”

As Horace got to work, Theodore sank to the floor, clutching his throbbing head in agony. A dull

headache pulsed within. He pounded a fist against his head in a bid to quell his nerves.

Judging by the timeline, Ariana had been abducted around the time he’d lost contact with her the night

before. She couldn’t have gone far by then.

Theodore directed Horace to concentrate on the particular intersection from last night.

The wait for the investigation results was torturous. Theodore paced the room restlessly, his body

trembling uncontrollably every time he tried to sit.

Why didn’t he search for her more thoroughly? Why had he so easily given up? Why had he let his

health hinder him?

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Regret and self-reproach gnawed at him as he fervently hoped for Ariana’s safety. Whoever was

responsible, they’d pay dearly.

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