The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 690

Danielle frowned, worry etched across her face. She reached out and gently pressed the back of her hand to her daughter’s forehead, checking for a fever.

“Stay in your room, sweetheart. I’ll go make you some breakfast, and then you can take your medicine. If you still feel bad after that, I’ll take you to see a doctor,” she said softly, already on her feet.

Her first move was to grab the thermometer and take her daughter’s temperature. When she saw the numbers were normal, she let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Are you feeling really awful? Do you want me to take you to the doctor anyway?” Danielle asked, her voice warmer and more tender than usual.

Just then, the man sleeping on the living room couch stirred awake.

Alexander blinked groggily at the two of them. “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?” he asked, his tone uncharacteristically gentle, his eyes softer than Danielle had ever seen.

Niki hesitated, glancing at him. “Uncle…”

Alexander’s dark eyes flickered in acknowledgment. He gave a slight nod.

Danielle took a steadying breath. “You stayed here last night, and I agreed to it. But now that you’re awake, I think it’s time for you to leave.”

Alexander looked at her, his gaze steady. “You’re sick, and you’re trying to handle everything by yourself. Let me help take care of things for a while.”

He sounded calm, resolute—clearly, he had no intention of leaving. He made it obvious he planned to stay, no matter what.

Danielle stared at him in confusion, her brow furrowing even deeper.

“We’re not in a place where it’s appropriate for you to stay here,” she said sharply. “Is there any reason you absolutely have to be in my house?”

Niki sat quietly, listening to the adults go back and forth—she didn’t say a single word, just watched them, eyes wide and solemn.

Alexander glanced at the little girl. “Niki’s still here. Do we really have to argue like this in front of her?”

Danielle just sighed, then led Niki toward the kitchen, her face set with determination.

Danielle felt a pang in her chest. Her daughter was so mature, far more grown-up than other kids her age.

And the more Niki tried to be strong, the tighter Danielle’s heart seemed to clench.

“Niki, I want to know how you really feel,” she said softly, kneeling down to her daughter’s eye level.

Niki looked thoughtful. “Mom, Uncle Harold once told me that the real world isn’t a fairy tale, and kids can’t always have whatever they want. Just because I wish for something doesn’t mean I’ll get it.”

“So I think our life now is already good enough. Dad doesn’t like us, and we don’t have to live with him.”

Danielle’s brow furrowed. “Which uncle told you that?”

Niki thought for a moment. “Uncle Harold.”

Danielle’s frown deepened. She remembered bringing Niki along to a business dinner where they’d met Harold. She never imagined he’d say something like that to a child.