The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 585

In that split second, Danielle’s heart shot up into her throat. Before she could react, Niki had already been shoved forward.

She reached out instinctively, trying to grab Niki’s arm, but it was too late.

Everything happened so fast—no one had expected Raffy to suddenly push Niki like that.

Niki didn’t have time to react, either; she was forcefully shoved, her small body stumbling right into the path of the oncoming scooter.

The electric scooter screeched, its brakes shrieking through the air as it came to a halt, just inches from disaster.

In that instant—right before the collision—a pair of strong arms yanked Niki out of harm’s way.

Disoriented and terrified, Niki looked up—and met her father’s impassive face.

“Dad…” The word slipped out before she realized it, raw and fragile.

In her dreams, night after night, her father was always gentle—so kind and warm. But for reasons she couldn’t understand, he was cold as ice whenever she woke up.

Danielle saw Alexander sweep their daughter into his arms, and the knot in her chest finally unraveled. Relief washed over her, even as confusion lingered—she had no idea why Alexander was here, or what had brought him at precisely this moment, but she was grateful all the same.

Her lips were nearly white from fright as she rushed to Niki’s side, carefully looking her over for any signs of injury.

“I’m okay, Mom,” Niki whispered, trying to reassure her. She knew her mother was terrified for her, so she forced a small, brave smile.

Danielle looked up at Alexander, her voice trembling. “Thank you.”

Raffy’s face drained of color the second he saw Alexander. He hadn’t expected his father to be here—he should have been at his great-grandmother’s birthday dinner. Now, Raffy could only pray that Alexander hadn’t witnessed what just happened.

Danielle’s expression was icy as she turned to Raffy, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles were white. Every instinct screamed at her to slap him, but she held herself back.

Leanne hurried over and pulled Raffy into her arms. “Are you okay? That was so dangerous—you almost got hit by that scooter!”

She glanced at Alexander, still unsure whose side he was on. Given his recent actions, he’d probably choose Danielle—or maybe, as always, he’d only choose whatever suited himself.

Danielle looked at Leanne, her voice cool. “If the child is so young and blameless, then the responsibility falls on his guardian. Who’s going to answer for this?”

Leanne’s expression soured instantly. “I already said—it’s just kids. Why are you blowing this out of proportion? Your daughter’s fine, isn’t she? Or are you coming after me for money, now? With your status, do you really need a few dollars from me?”

She shook her head in disbelief. “After everything that’s happened to me, my daughter, and my grandson, you still won’t let us be? Are you going to hound us forever?”

Danielle almost laughed at the absurdity—since when had she been the one chasing after Leanne? Wasn’t it Leanne who’d shown up at her building, cornering her?

Leanne turned to Alexander, her tone pleading. “You and my daughter were together for years. Even if you’re divorced now, surely you haven’t forgotten everything you shared? You know what kind of person she is—you raised Raffy, too. You know his temperament better than anyone. So tell me, was it really deliberate?”

She couldn’t believe Alexander would turn his back on Raffy completely. Even if they weren’t related by blood, feelings built over years didn’t just vanish. His fondness for Raffy had never been fake.

When Raffy shoved Niki, Leanne had felt a twisted flicker of hope—if Niki was hit, if she was killed or crippled, then with Niki gone, Raffy might finally have a clear path into the Davidson family. After all, Niki was the only child left in the family’s youngest generation.