The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 570

A bright, infectious smile broke across Niki’s face, her eyes sparkling with excitement she couldn't hide.

“Really? Then... I want to see the ocean!” she blurted out. “All my classmates have already been, and they say it’s beautiful. I want to see it too.”

Danielle nodded. “Alright, we’ll go see the ocean.”

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Danielle took Niki home.

When they reached the entrance to their apartment complex, an unexpected visitor was waiting for them.

He was standing there, arms weighed down with shopping bags, his gaze fixed intently on Danielle and Niki.

Danielle’s brow furrowed ever so slightly, her expression unreadable.

As soon as Orson Crawford saw them approaching, the stern look on his face melted into a practiced smile.

“You’re back? I’ve been waiting for you here for quite a while,” Orson said, eyes settling on Danielle. “So this is where you live now. I’ve been searching for you for ages.”

“Is there something you want?” Danielle’s tone was icy as she looked at him.

Orson shrugged. “Nothing important. I was at the mall and saw some of the snacks you loved as a kid, so I picked them up for you.”

Niki stood quietly to the side, her eyes fixed on her grandfather, saying nothing.

Danielle glanced at the bags he was carrying—most of them filled with spicy foods.

Truth was, she’d never liked spicy things.

All this effort, yet he couldn’t even get the basics right.

Her voice was cool and detached. “That’s not necessary. If you don’t have any real reason to be here, please leave.”

She felt nothing for Orson. Even as a child, he’d always been arguing with Vivian, hardly ever home, and never cared for her.

Orson pressed on. “Dani, is this how you treat your own father? No matter what, I’m still your biological dad.”

“Since I’m here, you should at least invite me in.”

That’s just how things work, wherever you are.

He looked down at Niki. “Sweetheart, did you miss your grandpa?”

Niki frowned, biting her lower lip in silence.

She could sense her mother’s mood had soured; Danielle clearly disliked the man in front of them.

So Niki stayed mute, her silence a small act of resistance.

Danielle gently pulled her daughter behind her.

“If you don’t have any business here, please leave. Don’t bother me or my daughter.”

Orson studied Danielle.

Orson’s expression darkened. “That’s not fair. You stole her fiancé and forced your way into the Davidson family, reaping all the benefits and driving Millie out of the country. And now you have the nerve to play the victim?”

Every word he spoke was laced with absurdity and clear favoritism toward Millie.

He was here, Danielle realized, to beg for Millie. Now that Millie had gotten herself in trouble, Orson was panicking.

Apparently, he’d only come to her because he’d run out of options.

To him, Millie—a woman with no blood relation at all—mattered more than his own daughter.

Danielle let out a bitter laugh.

It all felt so absurd, as if everything around her was being siphoned away and handed to Millie.

But, she thought, at least it was just the garbage—easy enough to filter out.

“Marriage is about mutual choice. If Alexander hadn’t wanted to marry me, he could’ve walked away. He married me for his own interests, and if he truly loved Millie, that love was never pure. So don’t try to guilt-trip me over what happened.”

“If you’re just here to plead for her, we have nothing to discuss.”

Orson gave a cold chuckle. “How could we not?”

Danielle’s eyes narrowed, her expression unreadable.

He pressed on, “If you help her, I’ll divorce your mother. If you don’t, I’ll stay married to her and make sure she never knows a day of peace.”