The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 609

Danielle barely registered that the person approaching was Alexander. Her voice trembled as she blurted out, “My brother’s hurt.”

The last time her brother had been wounded, it was because of her. This time, her gut told her the injuries were even worse.

A knot twisted in her chest, so tight it made it hard to breathe.

Alexander’s face was a mask of cold indifference.

Within minutes, the wail of sirens cut through the night as ambulances and police cars arrived. A crowd had already gathered, drawn by the spectacle.

A wide pool of blood stained the pavement—a sight so shocking Danielle’s heart nearly stopped.

Nathan’s face was growing alarmingly pale.

Paramedics lifted Nathan onto a stretcher. Danielle followed desperately, stumbling after them towards the ambulance.

She was ghost-white, lips drained of all color. Everything had happened so fast—she hadn’t even had time to react. Her brother had just appeared out of nowhere…and saved her.

“Nell…”

Nathan’s voice was barely more than a whisper as he summoned the last of his strength to call her name.

“Big brother, I’m here,” Danielle choked out, clinging to his icy hand. “Don’t talk, okay? Save your strength. We’ll talk when you’re better.”

He managed a faint, weary smile. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine,” Nathan murmured, still trying to comfort her even when he could barely hold on.

His hand in hers was shockingly cold—almost no warmth left at all.

Alexander watched the scene in silence, offering no words.

Meanwhile, police moved in and began to question everyone at the scene. The security guard explained what had happened and handed over the surveillance footage. Millie had already been taken away.

Alexander didn’t spare Nathan another glance; he turned and strode away.

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Outside the police station, a black Land Rover rolled to a stop beneath the shade of a tree. Alexander stepped out and headed inside, his stride purposeful.

“Mr. Davidson,” an officer greeted him.

Alexander’s presence was icy, his tone clipped. “Where’s Millie?”

“She’s inside.”

—

Alexander listened to her quietly, his dark eyes bottomless and unreadable.

“Alex.”

A police officer stepped into the room.

Alexander turned his gaze toward him.

“Mr. Gaylord,” the officer said.

Millie shot a sour look at the two men, recognizing the connection between them—the Davidsons had friends everywhere, in politics and business alike.

“The statement’s done,” Officer Gaylord informed him. “Is there anything you’d like to add?”

Alexander’s lips twisted into a cold, razor-thin smile.

“Attempted murder,” he said, his tone icy. “The Davidson family will see this through, all the way.”

Millie’s heart dropped like a stone.

“You’re really going to bury me like this?” she shouted, voice cracking. “You can’t just decide everything—there’s still the medical report, this isn’t over! You don’t get to call all the shots!”