Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 375

Una’s knife missed Hans’s heart by less than an inch—if she’d pushed just a little harder, he’d be dead.

By some miracle, Hans survived. After hours of emergency surgery, he was moved to intensive care.

Only then did Nora finally feel she could breathe again.

She stood behind the glass, watching Hans lying unconscious, her mind flickering between memories—Hans with his usual cocky grin, Una smiling at her, light in her eyes.

Her thoughts jumbled and tangled until her head throbbed. Nausea twisted her stomach.

“Aurora, you need to rest. Eleanor will stay with Hans,” Daniel said gently, his voice rough from exhaustion. He placed both hands on her shoulders.

Hans had been in surgery for seven hours. They’d all waited outside the entire time.

Everyone was exhausted.

Nora was pregnant; she should have taken a break long ago.

She didn’t turn around. Her voice was calm, almost cold. “Daniel, let me go.”

His hands trembled slightly. “Aurora…”

He forced a gentle tone, patient and careful. “You need to rest. Please. Go home, take a shower, try to get some sleep.”

“Daniel, I mean it. Just seeing you right now makes me anxious. I’m upset.” Nora didn’t bother to hide her irritation.

“You tell me to sleep, but Una’s missing—do you think I can close my eyes?”

Her eyes were still swollen and red, her whole body sagging with exhaustion.

She was worried about Una. She was worried about Hans.

Eleanor was standing on Daniel’s other side, dabbing fake tears from her eyes. “Nora, I’ll stay here. You don’t have to worry. I’ll call you the moment he wakes up.”

Nora’s voice was steady, almost indifferent. “I’ve already called the police.”

“The police?” It took Eleanor a few seconds to process what Nora meant.

She instinctively glanced at Daniel.

His face didn’t change. He just tightened his grip on Nora’s wrist. “Aurora, you’re tired. You need to rest.”

Unless Una turned up alive and testified herself that Eleanor had pushed her into the river, there was little hope for justice.

Nora stood by the riverside, the damp air thick with the smell of mud and water.

She couldn’t accept this outcome.

“Aurora, this is the police’s conclusion.” Daniel draped his jacket over her shoulders. “Let’s go home.”

“I don’t believe it.” Nora stared at the rushing water, the ache in her chest swelling and churning, relentless as the river.

She couldn’t believe it.

Una had worked so hard to leave her past behind. She’d been ready to start fresh, to study abroad.

She would never have chosen to end her own life.

“You need to rest,” Daniel insisted, assuming it was the trauma of Una’s disappearance that had pushed Nora to her breaking point.

He thought she was just too strung out to accept the truth.