The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 453

The old woman spoke up. “I asked Dani to come. Does anyone have a problem with that?”

Her words fell, and the room fell silent. No one dared defy Helen. With her age and authority, who would bother challenging her? Some things, everyone understood without needing to say them aloud.

“Dani.” The old woman pressed a hand to her chest, her tone slow and heavy. “Why didn’t you tell your grandmother about this?”

“You and he are already divorced. Was he cruel to you? Did he hurt you?”

Helen’s voice sounded especially frail, her breath coming in shallow gasps, but her eyes remained fixed on Danielle, demanding an answer.

Seeing her grandmother so distressed, Danielle tried to reassure her. “Grandma, the divorce was mutual. We both agreed.”

“You’re not feeling well. Let me help you back downstairs to rest.”

Helen’s face was ghostly pale. “But he told me earlier he didn’t want a divorce!”

Danielle hesitated. She knew her grandmother would always take her side. Alexander’s sweet words only ever fooled Helen.

“Let me take you back to your room.”

Supporting her grandmother, Danielle called Niki to help and led Helen away to rest.

Just as they were leaving, Danielle felt a chill run down her spine—a cold gaze lingered on her back. She stopped abruptly, glancing over her shoulder, but the room was a blur of noise and conversation. No one seemed to be watching her.

She frowned, her eyes pausing on Alexander in the crowd. He was chatting quietly with Millie, his expression gentle, as if trying to comfort her.

Danielle looked away, her face impassive.

Millie had endured all kinds of humiliation. And Alexander—he’d do anything for her. If that wasn’t true love, what was?

—

Jake Davidson arrived late, business finally wrapped up for the day. His information network was impeccable; his assistant had already filled him in.

Backstage, he called Alexander over.

Jake’s eyes were cold and sharp as he looked at his son. “Marriage isn’t some trivial matter you can end on a whim. Did you even discuss the divorce with the family? Not long ago, you insisted everything was fine, and now, three months later, you’re already divorced.”

“Now what? You want to marry Millie?”

Jake’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a weight of authority.

Alexander lounged in his chair, posture relaxed and almost lazy. He lifted his eyes at his father’s words, but before he could respond, Jake lit a cigarette and tossed the lighter onto the table.

“I have no objection to your divorce from Danielle, as long as it’s clean. But if you want to marry Millie, I won’t allow it.”

“The Davidson family reputation is built on integrity. She’s tainted by scandal—too much gossip, and it’s a threat to the family’s future.”

Jake had built his career on honesty, his reputation spotless. He watched every member of the Davidson family with a stern eye. If anyone broke the rules, family or not, he’d be the first to hold them accountable.

Alexander strode toward the door, tossing back a final, indifferent reply. “Then cut me off. Strike my name from the Davidson family.”

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While Danielle cared for her grandmother, Helen clung to her hand.

“I’m sorry, Danielle. The Davidson family has let you down.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, frail and trembling.

Danielle shook her head gently. “Everyone has their own lessons to learn, Grandma. This isn’t your fault.”

Helen gazed at her, tears shimmering in her eyes as she reached up to touch Danielle’s cheek.

“I promised your grandmother I’d take good care of you, that you’d find happiness with us... and now I’ve broken that promise.”