The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 511

Only then did Danielle realize Alexander’s other hand was gripping the attacker’s wrist so tightly his knuckles had turned white.

In that instant, the shrill wail of sirens split the air, growing louder by the second.

“Freeze! Police!” Officers leapt from their cars, guns drawn and aimed straight at the men in black.

Bullets don’t care who they hit; there’s no reasoning with them.

Just like that, the attackers froze, all fight draining out of them.

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The chaos finally subsided.

The police had the men in black under control.

Raffy collapsed into Alexander’s arms, sobbing.

“Dad… Mom didn’t even look at me just now, she only cared about Niki.”

Danielle was still in shock, unable to pull herself out of the terror that had just unfolded. Her body trembled uncontrollably.

It was clear now why Alexander had come—his son was here. Of course he’d show up.

Niki clung to Danielle, her small body shaking like a leaf.

Danielle wrapped her arms around her daughter, comforting her over and over again, trying to give the little girl some sense of safety.

“Alex! Raffy!” A voice rang out—Millie had arrived, having rushed over with the police when she got the news. The scene before her was utter chaos, and she hurried straight towards Alexander and Raffy.

“Alex, are you okay?” she asked anxiously.

At the sight of his mother, Raffy immediately broke free from Alexander and ran into Millie’s arms. She soothed him gently, trying to calm him down. The poor boy was still terrified; he’d been through too much.

But at least he was safe now. His dad had saved him.

“Take Raffy home,” Alexander said in a low, steady voice. “I’ll handle the rest.”

Millie’s eyes flickered over to Danielle and Niki, lips tightening.

She rose to her feet, icy determination in her posture. “Whoever hurt Raffy will pay for it. I’ll make sure of that.” Still bristling with anger, she nodded at Alexander and left with their son.

Once the police finished restraining the attackers, they turned to Danielle to get her statement, then questioned Alexander as well.

When it was over, Alexander’s gaze lingered on Danielle—intense, inscrutable, almost pitch black.

It was almost laughable.

They were divorced. They had nothing to do with each other anymore. What did he think he was doing?

She held Niki even tighter, lowering her gaze.

“Alexander, whatever our history, thank you for saving me and Niki tonight,” she said quietly. “But I won’t take my daughter to Serenity Sanatorium.”

Alexander stared her down. “This isn’t the time for stubbornness.”

“Do you even know why she was kidnapped? Has that been cleared up?” His voice was icy. “You think going to the hospital will keep her safe? What if something like this happens again?”

Danielle’s pupils flickered. She snapped her head up, looking at him in alarm.

Fragments of memory rushed through her mind—Alexander had warned her to move, told her more than once their neighborhood wasn’t safe. He’d asked about it several times.

Was he expecting something like this to happen?

But she couldn’t believe Alexander actually cared about her or their daughter.

“Serenity is safe,” Alexander said, looking down at Danielle. “You’re an adult. Do I really have to make this choice for you?”