The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 651

“Where are you living now? I’ll drive you home.”

“Don’t you want to get that wound checked at the hospital or have it re-bandaged? You’re really just walking out already?”

Danielle Crawford glanced at him, worry clouding her thoughts—she couldn’t help but dwell on that knife wound. It was deep, after all.

The doctors had advised him to stay longer, but of course, Nathan had chosen this moment to check himself out and come home.

Nathan Davidson shook his head. “It’s nothing. I’ve had worse.”

His words made her pause, hands tightening on the steering wheel. What kind of life did he lead that a knife wound felt like nothing to him?

A knife wound—how could anyone treat that as if it were just a scraped knee?

Had his life abroad really been so dangerous, so violent, that this was routine?

Danielle couldn’t help thinking of what Alexander Davidson had said to her earlier that day.

Was Nathan still the same brother she once knew?

He’d returned from overseas, but who exactly were the people around him now? What kind of tangled alliances was he caught up in?

She didn’t understand any of it.

Danielle dropped Nathan off at his apartment, then drove away.

Just before she left, Nathan spoke up. “Thank you for seeing me home. Really, I should be the one driving you back this late. Be careful getting home.”

Danielle replied, “Don’t be so formal, Nathan. No one’s obligated to drive anyone—it just depends on who happens to be going that way.”

With that, she left.

Nathan stepped inside.

His mother was sitting in the living room, waiting.

She looked up at him. “That girl drove you home again today. Did you learn anything? Does Alexander care about her?”

“You said Alexander doesn’t have any weaknesses. If you want to find one, I have no objections. But don’t use this as an excuse to keep seeing her.”

Nathan met his mother’s gaze, his eyes dark. He stood quietly for a moment.

Finally, he shrugged off his rain-soaked jacket and sat down across from her. His voice was calm. “He cares about Danielle. If you have her, you have him.”

Everyone had turned their backs on her.

“What are you doing here? Come to gloat?”

Danielle sat down across from her.

“Your misfortunes could fill a whole season, and I still wouldn’t have time to watch them all,” Danielle said coolly. “I’m not here to laugh at you, believe me.”

She always handled things with an almost infuriating composure.

No matter how Millie had schemed, no matter how hard she’d tried to crush Danielle, it had never brought her any satisfaction. Danielle never rose to her provocations.

In every confrontation, Millie had never come out on top.

It was only because Alexander stood by her that Danielle ever seemed to have the upper hand.

Millie let out a bitter laugh. “So you’re here with questions, hoping I’ll give you answers.”

“If that’s the case, shouldn’t you be a little more humble?”