The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1452

Harold Chapman could wait. The company could wait. But Alex's health and his emotional well-being couldn't be delayed another second.

She couldn't let him stay so wired, couldn't let him keep suppressing everything, couldn't let him shoulder the burden alone anymore.

In a flash, a clear plan formed in Danielle's mind.

She would take him away. She would pull him out of this environment of stress and conflict. She would take Niki, and the three of them would go on a family getaway in the countryside.

They would go somewhere with no interruptions, no work, no Harold Chapman, and absolutely zero pressure. They would stay for a few days in pure tranquility, focusing solely on each other and enjoying the warmth of their family.

It was the only way he could finally drop his baggage and truly begin to heal.

"I understand," Danielle said, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, Rebecca. I know what I have to do."

Rebecca looked at her. "I'm glad you see it."

"Remember, don't push him. Don't pressure him. Don't bring up Harold Chapman, and don't talk about work. Just stay by his side quietly, with the kids."

"Let him feel that he doesn't have to do anything or carry anything to be loved and protected. That is the best therapy."

"I will," Danielle nodded firmly, committing Rebecca's advice to memory.

The two women walked out of the inner office back to the waiting area.

Alex was still sitting on the sofa, holding a magazine he hadn't flipped through once. His gaze was vacant, lost in thought, the heavy gloom between his brows refusing to dissipate.

Hearing their footsteps, he snapped out of it and looked up. A hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes, but his expression remained a stagnant pool.

Danielle walked over and sat beside him, a gentle smile on her face. "Alex, how about we take Niki and go on a family trip?"

"We can head to a cabin in the woods out of town. The air is fresh, the scenery is beautiful, and no one will bother us. We'll just stay there quietly for a few days, relax, and clear our heads."

She didn't mention the diagnosis, his condition, or anything that would add to his stress. She simply offered a warm, inviting suggestion in the most relaxed tone she could muster.

Danielle and Alex turned toward the door at the same time.

Bianca stood in the doorway, dressed in simple, elegant casual wear. Her demeanor was graceful, a warm smile resting on her face.

And standing beside her, holding her hand, was a small figure.

It was Raffy.

It had been a while since they last saw him. He had grown taller and lost a bit of baby fat, dressed in a crisp white shirt and jeans.

His hair was neatly combed, his handsome little face clean, and his eyes clear. Yet, he seemed much quieter and more mature than before, exuding an introverted obedience that felt far beyond his years.

Ever since the constant turmoil had hit their family, Raffy had been living with his grandmother, Bianca, rarely seeing his parents.

During this time, he had stayed quietly by his grandmother's side, never crying or making a fuss. He buried all his grievances, longing, and insecurities deep in his heart, becoming increasingly sensible in a way that made their hearts ache.