The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1396

Gian gently reached out, lightly tracing the back of her cold hand before enveloping it in his own. He held it carefully, trying to transfer his body heat to her, treating her like the most precious thing in the world.

His mind replayed the argument in the conference room—the way her eyes had brimmed with red-hot frustration.

He hated himself for losing his temper, for not explaining everything immediately, and for letting her suffer so much.

He sat there in unbroken silence, his gaze fixed on her face, terrified of missing the moment she woke up.

The room was quiet, punctuated only by the steady beep of the monitors. Time seemed to stand still, leaving only the two of them and the profound love he had been forced to hide.

But the fragile peace was violently shattered.

The door flew open. Mr. and Ms. Delaney stormed in, with Kirsten's brother, Carter, trailing behind.

The moment Ms. Delaney saw Gian holding her daughter's hand, her face contorted in anger. "Gian Atwood!"

"What are you still doing here? You and Kirsten are getting a divorce. Why are you pestering her?"

Mr. Delaney frowned, his eyes narrowing in judgment. "Mr. Atwood, I think you know exactly where you stand with her."

"She needs quiet right now. Please leave."

Gian looked up slowly, a flash of surprise giving way to icy composure.

He didn't release Kirsten’s hand. Standing up, he kept his voice steady. "Mr. and Ms. Delaney, Kirsten collapsed after an argument with me. It’s my responsibility to stay until she wakes up."

Gian realized the ugly truth.

They didn't give a damn about Kirsten’s health. They were only worried about how her divorce from the Atwood family would impact their social standing and profits.

He remembered Kirsten confessing that her parents had always treated her as a pawn, forcing her into endless extracurriculars just so she would look good on a marriage resume.

Now that she was losing her billionaire husband, her value to them had plummeted.

Gian’s voice dropped to a lethal chill. "Mr. and Ms. Delaney, Kirsten is your daughter, not a corporate asset."

"She is lying in a hospital bed. She needs her parents’ comfort, not a boardroom negotiation about divorce."