The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 335

Bianca’s words had a way of grating on the nerves, more than usual tonight.

Danielle squeezed her daughter’s hand, lifting her gaze coolly to meet Bianca’s. There was a flicker of a cold smile in Danielle’s eyes. “If you think the house staff isn’t enough, I can mention it to your son. Maybe he can increase your allowance so you can hire a few more people.”

“And if the Davidsons are really strapped for cash, perhaps you could find yourself a job? You always seem to have plenty of free time.”

The color drained from Bianca’s face.

Danielle was growing sharper by the day.

Before Bianca could retort, Danielle was already leading Niki away.

Niki beamed, delighting in her mother’s quick wit and—if she’d admit it—a certain effortless cool.

It was around eight in the evening when Danielle stopped by her grandmother’s sitting room to say goodbye.

Her grandmother, alarmed that she was heading out so late, tried to persuade her to stay the night. “It’s late, dear. Just rest here. You only just got over a fever—are you sure you’re feeling better?”

The old woman’s concern for Danielle’s health was palpable. Even a simple fever could be serious, and she was clearly worried.

Danielle offered a reassuring smile. “Thank you, Grandma, but I’m really much better. Niki has tutoring early tomorrow, and it’s not very convenient if we stay here.”

At that, her grandmother stood up. “Let your husband drive you back, then. No need for you to get behind the wheel like this.”

“He’s busy with work lately. I’ll just take Niki down myself.”

“I’ll take you.”

A man’s deep, cool voice came from the doorway.

Both his mom and dad had drilled it into him: in the family manor, and especially in front of the Davidsons, he was to mind his manners—no messing around.

Their grandmother’s voice turned stern. “Raffy, you and Niki are siblings. There’s no need to compete for your parents’ affection.”

Danielle’s expression was icy as she reached for Niki. “Apologize,” she said to Raffy, her tone brooking no argument.

Danielle’s presence was so cold and commanding that even Raffy’s father and great-grandmother seemed to feel the pressure. Raffy trembled, sulking inside, unwilling to say sorry—after all, Niki was the one who’d taken his dad.

“What’s going on here?” Bianca swept into the room, taking in the standoff. After getting the gist of what happened, she knelt down and scooped Raffy into a hug.

“Oh, come now. Sibling squabbles are nothing. Kids fight, but they never hold a grudge overnight. No need to make a federal case out of it—they’ll have forgotten all about it by tomorrow.” Bianca’s gaze fell on Danielle, her tone dismissive. “Raffy has always been well-mannered. As the future heir of the Davidson family, he knows how to conduct himself. If you ask me, isn’t it more likely that Niki provoked him?”

Without a second thought, Bianca laid the blame squarely at Niki’s feet.