The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 485

Kirsten could see the disdain in Millie’s eyes, that look of utter contempt.

“Look at you,” she sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “A homewrecker with the nerve to turn up her nose at other people.”

Millie’s reply was calm but cutting. “I’ve told you already, I am not a homewrecker. The situation has been cleared up, and the truth is out. Ms. Delaney, if you insist on calling me that again, I won’t hesitate to defend my dignity and reputation through legal means.”

Kirsten rolled her eyes, barely hiding her scorn. “Oh, please. Don’t drag the law down to your level.”

If truth and justice were really on the side of someone like her, what would the world be coming to?

Millie’s expression tightened. She had no interest in continuing this pointless argument.

“I don’t debate with fools. There’s nothing more to say.” With that, she turned and walked away, choosing to wait elsewhere.

Watching Millie’s retreating back, Kirsten couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh.

Unbelievable.

The shamelessness—she’d never seen anything like it. She was so angry it felt like steam should have been coming out of her ears.

How could anyone be so thick-skinned?

Kirsten took a few deep breaths, fanning herself with her hand.

Ridiculous. Why was she wasting energy on an idiot? The real joke would come when that idiot finally got what was coming to her.

Inside, a meeting was underway.

The department head wrapped things up, summarizing the key points and officially handing responsibility over to Danielle.

As the meeting dispersed, Alexander remained seated, legs crossed, leaning back in his chair with an air of lazy confidence.

He stood, arching an eyebrow as he glanced at Danielle. “Congratulations,” he said, voice cool and emotionless, as if he were simply making a polite remark.

Danielle met his gaze with equal detachment. “Thank you.”

She left with Gian by her side.

Her words were sharp and relentless, zeroing in on every possible sore spot.

Millie’s face hardened. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, spine ramrod straight as she fought to keep her expression blank.

Even under the barrage of ridicule, she refused to let herself look weak.

Just another case of petty minds looking down on others.

Some people could spot a diamond in the rough; others did nothing but let gems gather dust.

She looked Kirsten squarely in the eyes, her tone icy and unflappable. “There are plenty of people less qualified than me—like you, for example. You didn’t even make it past the door.”

Kirsten stared, incredulous. “Me?” She pointed at herself, blinking as if she’d misheard, then laughed. “Do you see me trying to make it in your academic circle? You think I’m competing with you?”

“Can’t win in your own field, so now you’re looking outside it for validation?”

Millie let out a soft, contemptuous laugh and walked away, arms folded across her chest. “Exactly. If you’re not even part of the circle, what gives you the right to judge me? You might have long hair, but your mind is as smooth as a marble. Why should I bother arguing with someone like you?”