The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 448

The study was quiet.

Danielle stepped inside.

Jake sat in a high-backed chair, a pot of tea in hand. There was a faint, measured smile on his face. “Have a seat.”

He looked every bit the patriarch—composed, dignified, his features marked by the passage of years, yet still radiating authority.

Danielle sat down opposite him. “You wanted to see me?”

Jake began, “Nothing urgent. Since you married into the Davidson family, we haven’t really had a proper conversation. I never even asked whether you’ve been settling in well.”

He paused, his tone gentle and reassuring. “So let me ask now—are there any grievances? Anything you’re dissatisfied with?”

The warmth in his voice was genuine, or at least convincing.

Danielle remembered the last time she’d seen him—at the family’s anniversary dinner, when he’d stood by her side, taken her part, and acted with fairness. They were all clever people here, though. She knew he could see there were problems between her and Alexander. Especially someone like Jake—he saw through everything the moment he walked in the door.

He continued, “I told you before, if you ever felt wronged, you could speak to Mrs. Davidson. But she’s getting older now, and perhaps you feel hesitant. So, tell me now, if there’s anything on your mind.”

Every word was measured, meant to comfort.

If Jake had called her in like this before, Danielle might truly have spoken to him from the heart—back when she still wanted to make things work with Alexander. But things were different now.

Jake didn’t know she and Alexander were already divorced. No matter how long she stayed in the Davidson household, she was still an outsider. Jake might be fair, but he was still the head of the Davidson family. This conversation was about maintaining the family’s reputation, nothing more.

Danielle lowered her gaze, her voice even and calm. “I have no complaints.”

Jake listened, the same faint smile on his lips.

Jake clearly wanted to resolve things, to stand up for her, to get to the bottom of the truth. He really was fair, even when it came to his own flesh and blood. That was what made this so difficult.

He broke the silence. “You’ve been quiet a long time. Are you truly afraid to speak?”

His gaze was steady. “I won’t force you, but I expect you to answer me honestly.”

“I’m not here to make things difficult. Perhaps Alex put pressure on you not to talk, but you must understand—I’m the one who can actually help you.”

“My son has behaved disgracefully. If he’s wronged you, I’ll see that you get justice.”

Danielle frowned slightly. He was cautious, maneuvering her step by step.

As she weighed her words, searching for the right response, the silence in the study deepened.