The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 340

She carried the dishes she’d just finished preparing over to the table, her phone still in one hand.

Because of her uncle’s condition, they’d arranged for him to be in a private suite at the hospital.

Last night, the doctors said they were still coordinating the move.

Previously, the hospital’s restrictions made an upgrade impossible, but now, with their improved circumstances, they were determined to get her uncle better care.

Especially now, right after his emergency, when he was at his weakest—keeping him in a standard ward would do nothing for his recovery.

Danielle watched as Niki finished her meal.

Mr. Hawthorne had already sent someone to pick Niki up; she had his lessons today.

He hadn’t just been making empty promises—he truly had mapped out a whole curriculum for Niki and was teaching her as his own student, step by step.

As Kirsten Delaney put it, Niki was probably the youngest pupil Mr. Hawthorne had ever taken on.

Mr. Hawthorne seemed genuinely fond of her after spending some time together. The girl was bright, quick-witted, and always had a kind word.

After sending Niki off, Danielle headed straight to the hospital.

She parked, rode the elevator up, and as soon as the doors slid open, she spotted her mother arguing with several nurses.

Danielle frowned slightly, then strode over. “What’s going on?”

Vivian’s face was tight with frustration as she turned to Danielle. “The private suite we reserved for your uncle—someone else got it first. Now they expect us to negotiate for it ourselves.”

“They said no matter how much we offer, the other side will just outbid us.”

“I’m not giving in!” Vivian’s voice was icy. “They’re still waiting for us to negotiate.”

Danielle’s expression darkened. “Who is it?”

Vivian shook her head, lips pressed thin. “Who knows? They’re just throwing their weight around.”

A nurse, looking apologetic, spoke up. “I’m so sorry. The hospital has its own policies… Technically, whoever arrives first gets priority.”

Millie’s father had passed away early, so her uncle had raised her. Leanne, grateful for his support all these years, had always looked out for him; now that he was ill, she was determined to do everything she could.

“It’s all right,” Alexander replied quietly. “The most important thing is for him to get well.”

Millie took a deep breath. “He’ll be coming this afternoon—hopefully his condition hasn’t worsened.”

At that moment, Danielle’s expression grew even colder.

Was this fate, or just bad luck? Why did she keep running into these people?

She knocked on the door.

Millie opened it and stared in surprise. “Danielle?” She glanced back at Alexander. “Alex, did you ask Miss Crawford to check on my uncle? That wasn’t necessary—you don’t need to be so polite.”

Danielle’s face was icy, her presence unmistakably firm. “I’m sorry, but we can’t give up this suite.”

Her voice was hoarse, but every word was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.