Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence
Chapter 778

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“What evidence? Don’t spew nonsense! You…”

But before Darian could continue his defensive tirade, Theodore interjected, “If it weren’t for you secretly poisoning her through the doctor, my mother would still be alive today.

”

He stopped, fixing a sarcastic gaze at Darian.

“And don’t flatter yourself.

The moment she discovered your infidelity, my mother was done with you.

Your constant indecisiveness sickened her.

She wanted out, but you wouldn’t allow it.

Fearful that she might expose you, you imprisoned her in that mansion for a decade.

Can you even fathom the misery she endured during those years? Can you even begin to understand how she survived each passing day?”

Theodore’s words echoed through the crowd, causing the guests to exchange disbelieving glances.

“Oh my goodness! How could Darian treat his wife in such a despicable manner? He is truly a horrible man,” one of them exclaimed.

“No matter how strained their relationship had become, he simply should not have subjected his wife to such cruelty.

How could he be so heartless?” another chimed in, his voice filled with dismay.

The people around them joined in, criticizing Darian for his actions.

Ariana, meanwhile, felt her eyes well up with tears as she watched Theodore’s tall figure with a heavy heart.

In the past, even when Theodore relied on a wheelchair to move about, he had always held his head high.

Ariana knew how deeply he cherished and missed Aimee.

Now, he was willingly exposing his wounded heart to everyone, a form of punishment that seemed unbearably cruel.

Theodore bravely confronted Darian face to face, providing his testimony, yet Darian stubbornly refused to admit the truth.

He persisted in denying the allegations, his voice laced with obstinacy.

“So, you believe you can concoct an elaborate story based solely on a medicine bottle? Theodore, I’m telling you it’s pointless.

Do not make baseless accusations simply because of something that emerged out of nowhere! I have said it before, and I will say it again— I did not do it!”

Darian vehemently denied the accusations, as if he genuinely believed in his own innocence.

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Theodore glanced at him and retrieved an audio pen recorder from his pocket.

With a sense of purpose, he pressed play, and a man’s voice rang out.

“Put this into her medicine and ensure she takes it every day,” the voice on the recording said.

It was Darian’s voice, unmistakably.

Another voice, tinged with hesitation, spoke up.

“But administering this medication could lead to mental disorders and hallucinations.

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“Just do as I say! Keep it a secret.

I will pay you fifty million dollars when it’s done.

”

This was what Darian had said when he instructed the doctor to drug Ariana, but he had never anticipated that the doctor would record their conversation.

Darian’s countenance turned pallid, his complexion drained of color.

Before he could formulate a rebuttal, Horace approached, accompanied by a middle-aged gentleman in his forties.

At the sight of this newcomer, Darian staggered backward, as if beholding a specter, his expression etched with horror.