Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 319

“You’ve got that look on your face—am I dying or something?” Una tried to make a joke, her gaze fixed on the sheet of paper in Nora’s hands.

But as she stared, her smile faded.

Suddenly, her left hand went limp and the paper slipped from her fingers, landing softly on the blanket.

She stared at her right hand in a daze. She knew it was injured, but she hadn’t expected it to be so serious.

“So… does this mean I won’t even be able to hold a pen anymore?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, thick with despair.

Nora pulled her into a tight hug. “It’ll be okay, Una. You still have your left hand, and you can always use a tablet to help—”

She couldn’t finish. The words caught in her throat.

Una loved nothing more than sketching with a pen. She adored the old-fashioned way—pencil to paper, painstakingly adjusting every detail until the design was just right.

There was something about that process, like sculpting—each drawing marked by the careful strokes and subtle changes, each piece bearing the evidence of her meticulous hand. That was what gave her the greatest sense of accomplishment.

A shattering fracture of her right hand was like a death sentence for Una’s career as a designer.

No amount of digital tools or gadgets could ever replace the feeling of a pen between her fingers.

Tears streamed down Nora’s face as well. “How could this happen? Who did this to you?”

“Was it Hans?” she pressed.

Una would never do this to herself.

“Aurora, I just... I just want to be alone for a while, okay?” Una gently freed herself from Nora’s embrace, her eyes dull and gray.

Nora hesitated, then nodded.

She stepped out into the hallway, leaving behind the muffled sounds of Una’s sobbing.

Leaning against the wall, Nora was struck by a sudden thought: earlier, at Eleanor’s wedding, was it because Una’s right hand was too weak that the wound on her wrist wasn’t deep? If Una’s hand had been uninjured, would she really have gone through with it… would she have cut deep enough to—

Nora shuddered and forced herself to stop thinking.

She waited until the crying inside the room subsided before going back in.

Una had folded the paper and tucked it away. She wiped her tears, putting on a brave face.

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