Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence
Chapter 1707

Mitchel didn’t respond, smoking in silence.

Shawn was visibly worried about Mitchel, believing the pressure might be too much for him.

He continued to offer words of comfort, despite receiving no response from Mitchel.

Time passed, and eventually, Shawn found himself tired from speaking too much.

His throat had dried up completely, leaving him voiceless.

He leaned heavily against the wall of the corridor, breathing heavily.

Just then, Mitchel extinguished his half-smoked cigarette and waved the lingering smoke away.

He approached Shawn, placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, and gave a faint smile-a silent thank you for Shawn’s support.

Before Shawn could utter another word, Mitchel stuffed his hands into his pockets, turned, and walked away.

He headed back to the lab by himself, determined to continue his work on diminishing the drug’s effects on Ariana and Adrian.

The lab was cluttered with an array of tubes and jars.

Mitchel absentmindedly picked up a bottle of purple liquid while recalling a conversation with Adrian.

Adrian had told him before that Moss had injected him with several syringes filled with an unknown purple liquid, which continually caused him to hallucinate.

“Moss…” The name resonated with Mitchel.

Although he had never met Moss before, he was familiar with his reputation.

Moss specialized in biological research and development, while his expertise was in clinical research.

Despite their different specialties, their goals intersected-they both explored the intricate relationship between humans and pharmaceuticals.

Moss was regarded as a genius in his field, so Mitchel was clearly facing a formidable challenge now.

However, Mitchel was steadfast in his resolve not to lose, especially since Ariana’s well-being was at stake.

Thinking of this, Mitchel disposed of the purple liquid from the unsuccessful test and turned his attention to a new experiment.

As time passed, fatigue took its toll.

Mitchel’s eyes grew bloodshot and dry, affecting his ability to conduct the experiment effectively.

He removed his white coat, sat down on the sofa in his shirt, and closed his eyes.

Sweat had soaked through the back of his shirt, but this brief respite allowed him a moment to relax.

He gradually fell asleep.

In his dreams, Mitchel relived the desperate moments of Ariana’s rescue.

The memory of her blood-soaked body pressing against his medical uniform filled him with an overwhelming fear, unlike any he had experienced during his many surgeries.

Suddenly, a loud sound in the lab jolted Mitchel awake.

He sat up abruptly, his back drenched in sweat.

For a moment, he was lost in the remnants of his nightmare.

It took him some time to fully awaken.

He rubbed his tired face, forcing himself to regain focus and continue with his experiment.

Meanwhile, in the exclusive ward where Ariana was resting.

Holden sat on the edge of Ariana’s bed.

He looked down at her pale face, his hand gently caressing her cheek.

The gesture was tender, yet it felt as though a knife was twisting silently in his heart, leaving him overwhelmed with sorrow and a _ palpable sense of desperation.

After leaving Conata, he had dispatched a team to scour every corner of the metal room and beyond in search of Moss.

His goal was clear: to apprehend Moss and compel him to relinquish the specific antidote.

However, all signs pointed to Moss having perished in the explosion.

Despite exhaustive searches, there was no trace of Moss.

The grim reality was setting in-if Moss was indeed gone, so too was the chance for an antidote.

Without it, Ariana faced imminent death from organ failure.

The thought of losing Ariana sent a chill through Holden.

He didn’t know what he would do if he lost Ariana.

“Daddy.

” The voice of his son, Melon, snapped Holden back to reality.