The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 551

There was a hint of testing in the man's words, as if he were probing for something.

Through the fog of confusion, Danielle managed to catch his meaning. Maybe his return this time was all about seizing power. The ambition in his eyes was impossible to miss.

But no matter what, this was a Davidson family affair—something between the brothers. It had nothing to do with her.

Danielle lowered her gaze, her voice calm and emotionless. “Then I wish you the best, Nathan. May you get everything you want.”

Nathan was taken aback by her response. “Doesn’t it hurt you at all?” he asked quietly, watching her closely. He knew she’d loved Alexander.

“You’re not going to intervene?” Nathan pressed, “When the time comes, whose side will you be on?”

It wasn’t a surprising question. He was well aware of her feelings for Alexander. Or, at least, the woman she used to be.

“You’re overthinking this,” Danielle replied with a slight smile. “This is between you and Alexander. It has nothing to do with me.”

“You also know we’re divorced now, and there’s nothing left between us. Your family’s business isn’t my concern.”

Nathan looked at her for a long moment, seeing just how distant she’d become. It was obvious she intended to keep her distance from the Davidsons.

“He let you down. Does that mean you can’t trust any of us? He made mistakes, but as his brother, I can make it right for you.”

Nathan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. His gaze was deep and earnest. “I just hope you don’t judge me by his actions. I’m not the same as him.”

Danielle knew exactly where she stood. She wasn’t someone who confused right and wrong. “You are you, Nathan. He is himself. Don’t worry—I won’t lump you together.”

Nathan studied her face, then asked, “Grandma’s birthday dinner is in a couple of days. The family’s hosting it. Will you come?”

The way he said “come back” carried a weight she didn’t miss.

Danielle answered evenly, “I’ll be there.”

She wouldn’t miss Grandma’s birthday celebration.

Nathan nodded, a smile flickering in his eyes. He added, “And please, help me keep my injury a secret, if you can.”

“You don’t need to stay here tonight to look after me. Go home.”

Danielle hesitated, lingering where she stood. After all, he’d been hurt because of her.

Nathan gave her a gentle look. “When did you get so hesitant? There’s no need to be so formal with me. Don’t feel guilty. I chose to take that knife for you.”

“I’m not going to use it as leverage to force you into anything you don’t want to do.”

“If you’re unhappy, then I can’t be happy, either.”

The housekeeper looked at Raffy, her expression complicated. Davidson family matters were never simple.

“But what about Miss Crawford? Isn’t she your mother too?” she asked gently. “She was always good to you when she was here.”

At the mention of Danielle, Raffy’s face twisted with anger. “She doesn’t want me anymore,” he said, voice trembling. “No, actually—I don’t want her. Dad and I both don’t. She was never nice to me. She just cared about her own daughter. She’s not my real mom. She never let me eat anything I liked, always telling me what to do.”

His eyes were full of resentment. His mother had always said Danielle was a schemer, only pretending to care about him to get her hands on the Davidson family fortune.

The housekeeper’s heart tightened at his words. It was hard enough to hear as an outsider—how much more painful must it be for Danielle herself?

“Young master, your father told me to remind you to get to bed early,” she said softly.

She carried Raffy to his bedroom, though he kicked and screamed the whole way, refusing to cooperate. Still, she managed to get him inside and closed the door.

Outside, Millie stood in the rain, clutching her phone when it rang. Her mother was calling.

“Still haven’t seen him?” Leanne asked.

Millie stayed silent, and in that silence, her mother understood everything.

“Standing out there won’t change anything. It’s clear he’s given up on you,” Leanne said, her voice steely. “Stop clinging to impossible hopes, Millie. When a man turns cold, he’s far more ruthless than you can imagine.”