The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 642

“Stay away from him. No matter what, I won’t give my blessing.”

Danielle couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“So now that you’ve climbed the ladder, Mr. Davidson, you look down on everyone else too? Whatever my brother decides is none of my business. You can’t sway him, so suddenly I’m the problem?”

If Danielle could have put a continent between herself and the Davidsons, she would have. The last thing she wanted was to be tangled up with them again, especially now. Divorcing Alexander only to end up marrying Nathan? What a ridiculous notion.

“You really think your precious Davidson family is all gilded and untouchable, and I’m just dying to get back in?” Danielle met Jake’s gaze, her tone cold. “I’ve always respected you as a senior, but I see now—prejudice runs deep, even in you.”

Jake’s face stiffened at her words.

“That’s not what I meant,” he replied, his voice tight. “I just want you to understand—you're accomplished and capable, and you should keep your distance from your brother. Maybe you’re not after anything, but he might be. If you keep getting close, you could be giving him the wrong idea. If he misunderstands, things could spiral out of control.”

His eyes were dark, his voice measured. “You’re a smart woman. I won’t spell it out, but I know you get my meaning. We were family once—there’s no need to make things ugly.”

His words were a warning, thinly veiled as advice.

Why should she bear the consequences of other people’s choices?

Danielle’s expression barely shifted, but her brows knit together, her whole demeanor turning icy. She gave a chilling laugh. “If you can’t control your own son, don’t go blaming outside influences. Is that how you handle things at work, too?”

She used to think Jake, at least, could tell right from wrong—that he wasn’t just another product of the same murky environment.

Now she saw it was all for show.

He cared so much about his own reputation and achievements that he scrutinized everyone around him, afraid anyone might get in his way.

Jake felt the sting of her words—a deep, personal insult.

He fixed her with a hard stare. “Work is work. Private matters are private. Don’t confuse the two.”

She wasn’t the same woman he remembered.

At least before, she’d been polite.

Now, every word was edged with defiance.

But at least Jake was willing to admit fault, however grudgingly.

For the sake of his grandmother, Danielle let it go. She rose from her seat and left the room without another word.

As she opened the door, she found Alexander standing right outside.

His eyes were dark and unreadable, watching her intently. After a few seconds, a faint, wry smile curved his lips.

“So, when did you get so good at talking circles around people?”

Danielle frowned at him. “How long have you been standing out here?”

He’d warned her before she went in that this wouldn’t be pleasant. She’d gone into the study and, sure enough, it was anything but pleasant. Apparently, he’d known exactly how it would go down.

Alexander shrugged. “However long you’ve been in there, that’s how long I’ve been out here.”

She scowled. “Since when did you pick up the habit of eavesdropping, Mr. Davidson?”