The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 338

Danielle understood exactly what her uncle was thinking.

He figured, with late-stage cancer, he was going to die anyway—so he might as well do something meaningful for them before he was gone.

Danielle’s whole body trembled.

“It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay... Uncle will be just fine…”

She wasn’t sure if she was trying to comfort herself, or her mother.

“Is Mr. Clyde’s family here?” A nurse pushed open the doors from the emergency room.

“Yes, we’re here.” Danielle and Vivian hurried forward, barely able to hide their anxiety. “How is he? Is he all right?”

“He’s stable for now, but he’s going to need a transplant soon. He can’t wait much longer.”

“If the cancer spreads any further, it’ll be impossible to control.”

They had been on the transplant list for what felt like forever.

But this wasn’t something you could just choose to do when you wanted.

Vivian knew that better than anyone.

“How much longer will it take…?” she asked, her voice unsteady.

The nurse shook her head gently. “There are people waiting all over the country. It’s a long line. For now, the only option is chemotherapy, and he really needs to rest. Please encourage him not to overexert himself.”

“Patients with advanced cancer can collapse suddenly if they push themselves too hard.”

Clyde could technically be discharged, as long as he came back regularly for chemo.

Vivian was deeply relieved that he had stayed in the hospital, where the staff could catch any warning signs before something catastrophic happened.

Clyde was wheeled out of the emergency room and taken back to his hospital room for observation.

Vivian stood outside the door, covering her face as she broke down in tears.

Danielle crouched beside her, gently wiping the tears from her mother’s cheeks.

“Mom, we’ll get through this. As for Uncle Clyde—I’ll reach out and see if anyone I know has connections to specialists in this field, or if there’s another way forward.”

They couldn’t just sit and wait for a miracle.

Vivian looked utterly worn out from running herself ragged for the company, her eyes red and swollen after crying. Her voice was thick with emotion. “Dani—don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

“You have enough on your plate already,” she insisted, trying to sound strong. “Let me handle this. You don’t have to worry.”

Danielle’s brows drew together as she looked at her mother’s stubborn face. Her chest felt tight. “How are you supposed to fix this all by yourself? We’re family, Mom. Why do you always have to carry everything alone? Why won’t you let me help?”