The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 688

Leanne froze when she heard the man’s cold, clipped voice.

Cautiously, she peered into the room, her eyes meeting his—dark and unreadable.

She never imagined Alexander would be here, especially at this hour. Did it mean he and Danielle had already reconciled? Was everything just a setup to trap them?

A chill ran down Leanne’s spine as dread pooled in her chest.

Orson’s scowl deepened, his face dark with suspicion.

“Haven’t you two already divorced?” he demanded, voice sharp. “What are you doing together so late at night? If your mother and uncle find out, what do you think they’ll say?”

Danielle’s tone was icy. “You can’t threaten me with something like that.”

Leanne took a shaky breath. “Alex, please, don’t take what I said to heart. I was just upset and let my mouth run away with me.”

“You were good to me, and to Millie too—genuinely good. We accepted your kindness. Millie just… she lost her way for a while, made some bad choices.”

“I know you probably think Millie and I have been leeching off you, that you’ve given and given until you ended up in prison because of us. But you and Millie grew up together. For the sake of that bond, can’t you help her out, just this once?”

Leanne’s desperation was raw. Raffy was still so young, and Orson was getting older—she didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. Their only hope was to get Millie out.

Orson and Leanne had already thrown away their pride trying to save Millie. There was nothing they wouldn’t say or do. If begging on their knees would help, they’d do it without hesitation.

When Alexander said nothing, Leanne seized Danielle’s hand, clutching it tight.

“I know you have a soft heart. You’ve raised Raffy all these years. Please—help us. I’m begging you.”

Tears streamed down Leanne’s face, her words broken by sobs.

The words made Leanne’s heart tremble. No matter how much she tried to steel herself, Alexander’s presence still made her uneasy.

“Mr. Davidson.”

Just then, Nash entered with several men in black suits.

Alexander gave a curt wave, his eyes cold. “Take them out.”

Orson’s face drained of color as the men closed in.

“Alexander! How dare you treat me like this? I was your father-in-law!”

Alexander shot him a withering look. “I never showed you any respect when you were my father-in-law. Now that we’re divorced, what makes you think I’d start?”