The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1453

"Mom," Alex said, looking at her. "What brings you here?"

Bianca led Raffy into the clinic. "I heard you were here, so I came to check on you."

Raffy noticed Alex and Danielle. His small body stiffened slightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible spark lit up in his clear eyes—the joy of a long-awaited reunion and a deep, hidden longing.

He didn't rush forward to cry, whine, or demand hugs like other children might. He simply stood quietly beside Bianca, his small hand gently gripping his grandmother's coat, his head tilted up slightly.

He looked at his parents, whom he hadn't seen in so long, his gaze filled with yearning, hurt, and caution. Yet he remained completely silent and well-behaved, so perfectly quiet that it made their chests tighten.

He just blinked, his voice small and soft, tinged with the hesitation of someone who had been away for too long. He whispered softly:

"Dad. Mom."

That soft greeting felt like a tiny needle piercing right through Danielle and Alex's hearts, bringing a sudden, overwhelming wave of pain.

Danielle's eyes instantly welled up with tears. Looking at this increasingly mature child, her heart filled with guilt and sorrow.

Over these past few months, because of Harold Chapman, the relentless pursuit, the family turmoil, and Alex's condition, they had neglected Raffy far too much.

Alex stared at the boy, taking in his quiet, obedient demeanor.

He slowly stood up and gently reached out toward him. His voice was hoarse, yet filled with an unprecedented tenderness:

"Raffy, come here."

The child they had been separated from was heartbreakingly well-behaved.

The guilt-ridden parents looked at him, their eyes overflowing with a belated, aching affection.

Watching the scene unfold, Rebecca let out a soft sigh, her eyes complex but warm.

The air in the clinic was gradually enveloped in a gentle, bittersweet warmth.

What was meant to be a family trip for three suddenly gained an extra layer of meaning. It became a responsibility, a delayed reunion, and a chance to mend.

Danielle took it all in—the sensible little boy, and the tenderness returning to Alex's eyes.

Raffy looked up, his clear eyes lighting up like scattered stars.

He didn't jump for joy. He just pressed his lips tightly together, trying to suppress his happiness, but his slightly red-rimmed eyes betrayed his long-held anticipation.

It had been too long since he had gone out with his parents.

Too long since he had been like other kids, holding their hands, looking at the scenery, eating together, and laughing together.

"Can I... really?"

Raffy asked in a small voice, a hint of disbelief in his cautious tone.

Alex crouched down to his eye level and gently patted his head. "Yes, really. Come home with us."

"Thank you, Dad," Raffy obediently lowered his head, his sweet little voice making their hearts ache.

Watching them, Bianca felt a lump in her throat. She patted Raffy's shoulder. "Go on. Go home with your parents. Be good, and don't throw any tantrums."