Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 579

What was she supposed to do now? The thought of something happening to Theodore and him being unable to escape weighed heavily on her. After all, he relied on a wheelchair for mobility. It couldn’t be easy for him to make his way out of the burning building.

Fear gripped Ariana, making it difficult for her to think clearly. Nevertheless, she couldn’t stand idly by. Ignoring the trembling in her limbs, she hastened to the cordon and was about to enter the manor.

“Stop her!” came the urgent command. The policemen, taken aback by her audacity, swiftly pulled her back.

“Please, let me through! My husband is in the restaurant on the second floor, confined to a wheelchair. I must go up and save him!” Ariana pleaded, struggling to break free from their grasp and make another attempt to rush inside.

An elder policeman stepped forward, blocking her path. “Calm down. The fire is too fierce. We should wait for the professional team to arrive. If you go up now, you’ll risk your life. The firefighters will be here soon.”

the crowd, shouting, “The firefighters are here! But there are cars blocking their path at the intersection.

intensified. People cried out, shouted, and children frantically searched

aid in moving the obstructing vehicles while others attempted to maintain order. In

policeman realized what had happened but it was too late. Ariana had run

manor was engulfed in roaring flames, a cloud of smoke burning through Ariana’s lungs. She coughed violently, doubling over in pain. The building was basically empty as most

reached the first floor yet, but Ariana could barely see through the thick

looking for. With trembling hands, she held onto a water bottle and picked up two towels. In a hurry, she removed the cap and wet the towels before covering her face with

frantically until she found a sign that pointed to the bottom of the stairs. The

had not engulfed the entirety of the stairs. Ariana made her way up, careful not to touch the burning hot banister. When she reached the second floor, she used the fire extinguisher to lower the flames. The piano in the middle of the room was charred black beyond repair. The chandelier on the ceiling swayed ominously as if threatening

burnt floor, swaying slightly on her feet. She panted through the

the corridor. She clutched