The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 343

The VIP ward was quiet, barely a soul passing through.

Danielle drew a shaky breath as pain shot through her, steadying herself with a trembling hand against the floor as she tried to stand. Between the fever and chills, her whole body felt weak and unsteady, every muscle quivering.

Clinging to the wall for support, she finally managed to get to her feet, but pain radiated from her scraped knees and elbows, spreading relentlessly through her limbs. The left side of her face was still numb, tingling with a dull ache.

In that moment, Danielle’s emotions crashed over her like a tidal wave, sweeping her under. She braced herself against the wall, her thin frame trembling, eyes burning with unshed tears, her nose stinging.

She didn’t feel sorry for herself—just utterly powerless. It was as if she were drowning, the weight of it pressing in from all sides, suffocating her, leaving her no room to breathe.

She bit down hard on her lower lip and forced herself to take a deep breath.

Turning toward the regular ward, Danielle realized she’d overestimated her own strength. The instant she tried to step forward, her legs gave out and she nearly collapsed again.

Suddenly, a strong hand caught her by the arm, steadying her.

“You’re still sick with a fever. Why are you wandering around?”

She looked up—and found herself staring into Alexander’s deep, troubled eyes.

Danielle said nothing. She yanked her hand free with surprising force, stumbling back a couple of steps. Her body swayed, but she clung tightly to the railing behind her, refusing to fall.

Alexander frowned at the angry red handprint marring her pale cheek.

“Danielle, this isn’t the time for drama. Come with me and let the doctor take a look at you.”

She lowered her head, hair falling messily over her face and shoulders, her expression growing more shadowed by the second. Her hand clutched the railing so tightly it trembled.

Why did he think he could fight her for her uncle’s hospital room and then expect her to be civil the next minute? The irony was, he never noticed or cared about her feelings, and now, seeing her like this, he thought she was just being stubborn.

The battle over the hospital room wasn’t some petty disagreement. Uncle Millie’s life mattered—didn’t her own uncle’s?

So what was Alexander doing here now? Coming to talk terms about the hospital room? Demanding she go back and apologize to Leanne and her daughter?

She didn’t need to ask—she already knew he was there to defend that mother and daughter, nothing more.

Danielle’s jaw clenched as she looked up at him, her eyes cold and rimmed red. “Get out.”

Her whole body shook as she walked away, frail but stubborn, refusing to look back.

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When Danielle finally made it back to the regular ward, she barely reached the door before Vivian caught sight of her and rushed over, horrified.

“What happened? You were just supposed to talk things over—how did you end up like this? Did they hurt you?”

Vivian’s eyes filled with panic. “I’m going over there right now! How dare they treat my daughter this way—just wait, I’ll make them pay for this—”

Danielle shook her head and weakly reached out to stop her mother. “It’s okay.”

Danielle looked up, drained and pale, to see a doctor in a white coat, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, gazing at her with concern.

She shook her head, her face even paler than before, almost bloodless.

“I’m fine,” she said, voice rough and raw. But anyone could see she was anything but fine.

The doctor frowned in concern, reaching out to gently feel her forehead. It was burning up.

“You’ve got a fever,” he said, glancing down at the bruises blooming on her elbows and knees—her skin was so fair, the swelling and streaks of blood looked even more alarming.

The sight was enough to make anyone wince.

“If you don’t mind, come with me to my office. Let me take care of those injuries. You shouldn’t be sitting out here like this.”

Danielle shook her head. “My mom’s gone to get a doctor. Someone will be here soon.”

“I’ve seen you sitting here for at least fifteen minutes. Your mother probably hasn’t found anyone available yet. Call her, tell her you’re with me, and let’s take care of this now.”

In the end, Danielle let him help her to his office.

“How did you end up like this?” he asked gently as he cleaned her wounds. “You’re sick, you shouldn’t be running around—no matter how worried you are about your family, you need to be careful. Next time, watch your step.”

His voice was soft and kind, and for a moment, Danielle felt her guard slip—just enough to let herself breathe.