Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence
Chapter 1738

As Mr.

Barker prepared to drag Marlowe further, a sudden, powerful punch connected with his face.

He staggered back, disoriented and bleeding from his nose.

Realizing that Mitchel had hit him, Mr.

Barker was furious.

He released Marlowe and was about to fight back.

But before he could retaliate, Mitchel landed another decisive punch on him.

Mr.

Barker soon collapsed to the floor, his arms dislocated by Michel.

Mr.

Barker writhed in agony, his screams echoing through the hallway as he rolled on the floor.

“Stop screaming,” Mitchel said coldly, glaring down at him.

“Head to Mercy Hospital and register for treatment under my name.

Your injuries are minor-just apply some medicine and you’ll recover quickly.

As for your mental compensation, I can recommend you to a mental health expert.

They might suggest some electroconvulsive therapy; it’s effective for certain conditions.

”

Mr.

Barker’s face twisted in disbelief as he struggled to his feet.

“Are you out of your mind? You’ve hurt me to this point, yet you claim that these are minor injuries?”

“You’re able to move and speak without major problems.

That suggests your injuries aren’t severe at all,” Mitchel replied calmly.

Mr.

Barker, taken aback, struggled to come up with a rebuttal.

His head throbbed as he tried to piece together a defense.

Before he could say anything, Mitchel’s cold voice echoed again.

“Regarding the wine,” Mitchel said, glancing at the scattered shards.

“The vintage you’re claiming is a rare relic and was acquired by a mysterious figure years ago.

It’s no longer produced.

You were clearly lying.

You think you can get away with such nonsense?”

“I’m not lying! Maybe I am the mysterious figure you mentioned!” Mr.

Barker retorted stubbornly.

“Is that so?” Mitchel then calmly pulled out his phone and navigated to a photo, holding his phone up for Mr.

Barker to see.

“Then explain this.

”

The photo displayed was of the very wine in question, accompanied by a framed certificate from a renowned auction house.

The certificate, in pristine detail, identified the buyer as “Mr.

Chadwick”, not “Mr.

Barker”.

A few minutes ago, while Marlowe was locked in a heated argument with Mr.

Barker, Mitchel had discreetly arranged for someone to retrieve the wine bottle and the certificate from the underground cellar and photograph them.

Mr.

Barker was speechless now, his bravado crumbling under the weight of the evidence.

Mitchel, seizing the moment, pulled Marlowe to his side with a firm but gentle grip.

Mr.

Barker, unwilling to let the matter go like this, glared at Mitchel with growing hostility.

“Are you a doctor? Are you not afraid that I will make a scene in your hospital?” he threatened, his tone dripping with malice.

“Feel free to try.

” With an air of detached confidence, Mitchel produced his business card and slipped it into Mr.

Barker’s suit pocket.

His demeanor suggested that Mr.

Barker’s threat was nothing more than petty noise to him.

Mitchel knew that should Mr.

Barker attempt to make a scene, Mr.

Barker would find himself trapped in the ward of the mental health department.

Mr.

Barker’s anger reached its peak as he continued to yell, “This bitch slapped me! I won’t just let this slide!”

He changed the topic, determined to defeat Mitchel in the argument.