The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 546

Millie stood frozen, her whole body tense.

Mr. Hawthorne had seen this coming from a mile away. He knew she’d show up at his door, so he’d already told the housekeeper not to let her in.

Now, when Millie finally found her voice again, it came out rough and hoarse. In just a short span, she looked utterly drained.

“At the very least, could Mr. Hawthorne accept these things I bought for him?” she asked quietly.

“I’m sorry,” the housekeeper replied, his face expressionless.

He shut the door on both her and Leanne without a hint of hesitation.

Millie’s face went rigid, her lips drained of color.

Leanne drew a deep, angry breath. When had she ever suffered this kind of humiliation?

“Honestly, Millie, you’d be better off going straight to Alexander,” she snapped.

A wave of frustration washed over Millie as she glanced at her mother. “So everything in my life has to go through him? If he’s willing to help, I must beg him for it? Is that what you want?” Millie bit down hard on her lip. “If you can’t handle following me around like this, you can always go home.”

“Oh, but you never complained when you were reaping the benefits I brought you, did you?” Leanne shot back.

Leanne had always been driven by self-interest, even when it came to her own daughter. If Millie hadn’t been her flesh and blood, she probably wouldn’t have bothered to pick her up from the station in the first place.

It was as if the mask Leanne wore had been ripped away, exposing something cold beneath. She trembled with rage, glaring at Millie.

Suddenly, Leanne raised her hand and slapped Millie hard across the face. “Ungrateful brat! I carried you for nine months, raised you—how dare you speak to me like that?”

Millie’s cheek stung with a numb, spreading pain. For a moment, she stared at her mother in disbelief.

Leanne’s own hand burned from the blow. As the reality of what she’d done sank in, her voice wavered. “I—I’m sorry, I just lost my temper…”

Bianca, as the lady of the Davidson family, would surely have some connections. She’d always liked Millie before, had even wanted her as a daughter-in-law. Maybe, just maybe, she could pull a few strings at this critical moment.

On the other end, Liam listened in silence, phone pressed to his ear.

“Millie,” he said quietly, “you know what kind of trouble you’re in right now.”

A chill ran through her. The rejection in his tone was unmistakable.

“It’s not impossible to fix this, Liam. We just need the right connections,” Millie pleaded, biting her lower lip. “Please, just ask your sister—”

But Liam’s voice grew colder. “Don’t you get it?”

“At a time like this, anyone who tries to help you is risking everything—getting dragged down right along with you.”