The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 488

Raffy couldn’t help the resentment simmering inside him. Why did everyone fawn over that useless little sister of his?

Millie felt a lump form in her throat.

She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come.

Children’s minds are simple, untouched by the complexities of adulthood.

She lowered her gaze. “Look, Dad’s in there too, isn’t he?”

“Dad’s just as amazing.”

Raffy pressed his lips together.

He’d always known his father was exceptional—that was a fact everyone in their family accepted as natural.

But in Raffy’s eyes, his mother was the one truly worth boasting about.

His face remained impassive; after all, these were truths he’d grown up with.

Danielle had been there for him all his life—dressing him, cooking, handling the housework—but to him, those things weren’t accomplishments to be proud of.

His father was impressive, but his mother? She was nothing special.

So now, with an extraordinary mother to show off, of course he’d want to brag.

“Miss Fletcher, I’m here to let the young master know it’s time to go in,” said a housekeeper from the Davidson family.

Every family member had a seat inside, a spot reserved just for them.

Millie paused. “What about my seat?”

The housekeeper looked at her and smiled politely. “Didn’t you come in with the other guests? You can just find a spot anywhere you can see.”

Millie’s heart twisted. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

Danielle basked in the limelight, but Millie wasn’t here for her.

She’d come to network, to build connections—the room was filled with the country’s top scientists and researchers.

If she could get to know these people, her career would soar.

Even the most talented racehorse needs a discerning patron to spot its potential.

Success, she knew, required the right opportunity and the right allies.

Danielle had only gotten a head start because she’d met her patron early on.

Millie remembered how Danielle had left to study abroad after her own family underestimated her. That’s the only reason she’d gone overseas in the first place.

“Didn’t Alex arrange a seat for me?”

“Sorry?” The housekeeper’s expression was uncertain. “Sir didn’t say anything about that, nor did he mention you.”

Millie was already in a foul mood, and now Kirsten’s mockery only made it worse.

“Want me to ask Dani for you? Maybe if you beg, she’ll find you a spot.”

Kirsten’s sarcasm was impossible to miss—she was clearly enjoying every minute.

Millie’s hand tightened further around her bottle, her face growing even paler.

Times had changed—how they’d changed.

Now Danielle had soared to new heights, the golden child in everyone’s eyes.

Millie clenched her jaw, forcing out each word: “No need. I can get in myself.”

Kirsten beamed. “Alright then, just be careful you don’t get mistaken for a spy and thrown out.”

She clicked away in her heels, looking utterly pleased with herself.

Mocking Millie had clearly made her day.

Some people, she thought smugly, are just waiting for reality to catch up with them.

Millie’s expression was dark as thunder. Even under the blazing sun, she felt cold to her core.

The housekeeper’s words echoed in her mind, cutting deeper each time. The message was clear: no matter how close you seem on the surface, without a real connection, you have no place inside.