The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 592

Lately, everything had been too strange for Danielle to simply brush aside. The things Alexander had said last night kept echoing relentlessly in her mind, refusing to let her rest.

It seemed as if Alexander harbored a multitude of secrets—deep, dark things no one else knew.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town.

After Leanne took Raffy away, she found a secluded spot. She made a call to arrange for a quiet, illegal escape out of the country. Now, she needed to figure out how to get Millie out as well. If she couldn’t manage it, she would at least leave with Raffy first.

Staying here wasn’t an option; with Alexander’s ruthless methods, she knew he would never let them slip away. He would hunt them down to the ends of the earth.

“We’re ready on our end. Drive over and pick us up. We’ll meet you near the mountains and cross together by boat. Is everything set up with the boat?” Leanne barked into her phone, her voice low and urgent.

Millie was still being questioned by the authorities. If they tried to get her out in broad daylight, they’d be caught in no time. The only safe path was for them to get out of the country first and then hire someone to handle the mess back home. Millie wouldn’t be sentenced any time soon; once they were abroad, there’d be time to manipulate things from a distance.

Raffy, clutching his small hands, watched his grandmother on the phone. He understood, in a way, that she was planning to take him away.

“I’m always the little master of the Davidson family!” he shrieked, stamping his feet. “Where are you taking me? I’m not leaving! I’m not going abroad! I want to go home—I want to go back to the Davidsons!”

His cries were piercing, his voice raw with panic and heartbreak. Leanne, already on edge, lost what little patience she had. Raffy was no use to her now—unruly and stubborn, impossible to control. He needed to be put in his place.

Without a second thought, Leanne snapped. Phone in one hand, she slapped him hard across the face with the other.

“Enough! Do you hear me?” she hissed, her eyes cold and feral. “Make another sound and I’ll cut out your tongue. Keep it up, and I’ll take your hands and feet too.”

Raffy recoiled. In his short life, the worst hardship he’d faced was tough homework. He’d never seen, much less ridden in, such a ramshackle vehicle. Disgust flickered in his eyes, but when he glanced at Leanne, he swallowed any complaint, terrified she’d strike him again. His cheeks still burned, his ears rang, and his head spun from the blows.

They climbed in, and as the truck jolted down the dirt road, Raffy curled into himself, feeling sick and hollow. Leanne, mistaking his quiet for obedience, finally spoke.

“If you behave, I’ll make sure you live in luxury when we get abroad,” she said, her voice suddenly syrupy. “You won’t inherit someone else’s fortune—you’ll build your own. Someday you’ll be even more powerful than your father. I can raise a son who is better than him.”

She leaned closer, her tone sharpening. “I’m taking you with me because I believe in your potential. Otherwise you’d end up in an orphanage, forgotten by everyone. Your father doesn’t want you anymore—you heard him yourself. You’re a burden to me, but I’m still saving you. You should be grateful.”

Raffy looked up at her, his face streaked with tears, confusion clouding his eyes. He couldn’t make sense of her words, the promises and threats all a blur. He croaked, voice hoarse and trembling, “I’m hungry. I want something to eat.”

Since Leanne had taken him, not a single morsel had passed his lips.