The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 459

The rest of the Davidson family might not know, but Mr. Davidson definitely does—

“What a disgrace—”

“Stop talking nonsense. Nothing has been proven yet.”

Danielle’s brow tightened.

She was certain Alexander could hear every word.

She’d told him before—he needed to put a stop to this, once and for all.

If any more of these rumors got in the way of his relationship with their daughter, she wouldn’t let it slide.

But today?

Today, he acted as if none of it mattered.

He didn’t take her words to heart, not even a little. Those rumors—he seemed utterly indifferent, as if he hadn’t even heard them.

Meanwhile, the interview was in full swing. When asked about his impressive discipline and achievements, Raffy beamed with pride. “It’s all thanks to my mom. My mom is a scientist who serves our country. She’s smart, so I’ll be smart too.”

“She taught me the answers to a lot of questions.”

Danielle’s true identity had just been revealed, and everyone naturally assumed that Raffy’s “mom” was her.

No one could deny Danielle’s skill when it came to raising children.

Everyone silently agreed: she really was remarkable.

Millie stood to the side. Now, she couldn’t stand beside her son openly, nor could she claim to be the mother he spoke of.

At that moment, the TV crew cut the camera to Danielle’s face.

“Do you have any advice for raising such an outstanding son? We’ve heard Raffy’s already finished all the coursework for first grade and is working on third-grade material now—what’s your secret?” the reporter asked Danielle.

Danielle looked down and took the microphone.

“Raffy is indeed an exceptional child, but—”

She gave a small, wry smile. “I’d like to clarify something here. Rafferty Davidson is not my son.”

The reporter froze, visibly stunned. Of all the possible answers, this was the last they’d expected.

Not her son?

If he wasn’t her son, then that meant Rafferty was an illegitimate child.

So who was his real mother?

Millie’s face twisted with panic.

How could Danielle dare to go public with this?

Alexander’s eyes were cold as he looked at Danielle, his expression impossible to read.

The reporter immediately swung the microphone toward him. “Mr. Davidson, is what she said true?”

The entire room held its breath, all attention shifting once again.

Danielle didn’t wait for Alexander to speak. “Or perhaps we should ask Miss Fletcher—whose son is he, really?”

With that single question, the secret was out.

So who was the real mother?

If Millie was to inherit the Davidson fortune, could a child born out of wedlock really stand at the top?

Hadn’t Millie always claimed to be above reproach, too proud to meddle in someone else’s marriage—never the other woman?

And yet here they were, with a son this old.

Who was the interloper now? Who, in the end, had betrayed the marriage?