The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 697

Alexander didn’t take the tissue, but the coughing stopped.

Slowly, he lowered his hand, and the smear of bright red in his palm made Rebecca’s heart clench.

“How long has this been going on?” Her voice dropped, more serious than he’d ever heard it.

Alexander stared at the blood in his hand, a little dazed, as if he didn’t quite realize what he was looking at.

This was the second time today.

It took a few seconds before he calmly pulled out a tissue and wiped his palm clean, his tone detached, as if discussing someone else’s problem. “It’s been a few days.”

“A few days?!” Rebecca’s voice shot up. “Alexander, have you lost your mind? You’ve been coughing up blood for days and didn’t tell me?”

She pressed her fingers to his wrist, her expression growing darker by the second.

“We’re going to the hospital for a full workup. Right now.” She started packing her things, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Let the proper equipment give me the facts.”

“This world doesn’t revolve around you. There’s no reason to throw your life away for it.”

Alexander’s eyes went cold; he pulled his hand from her grip.

“Just tell me what I should take for this. Right now.”

His voice was icy, emotionless, as if this kind of thing was just another item on his daily agenda.

“You’re still thinking about pills at this point?” Rebecca glared at him. “When I told you to take the meds before, you didn’t listen, did you?”

Alexander lowered his gaze. “I’m not going to a hospital. I have more important things to do.”

He couldn’t afford to collapse.

Rebecca, usually gentle, swore under her breath. “Is your life more important, or your work? Don’t think just because you’re young you can keep pushing yourself like this. Your body’s been running on empty for a long time!”

Alexander said nothing, his eyes fixed on the papers in front of him, cold and unreadable.

“What on earth could possibly be more important than staying alive?” Rebecca pressed, her frustration barely contained.

“Their lives,” he said quietly, “are more important than mine.”

For the first time, he understood with perfect clarity:

No matter how hard he tried to step back, some things would come for him anyway.

Nash rattled off the address immediately, but worry flickered in his eyes as he looked at Alexander’s condition.

Alexander took a shaky step toward the door, nearly stumbling, steadying himself against the arm of the sofa.

The pressure from all sides—the company, those unspoken things between him and Danielle—felt like steel chains tightening around him, ready to break him.

Rebecca’s anxiety spiked as she watched him.

“How do you expect to get there in this state?”

He ignored her, moving quickly toward the exit.

Rebecca blocked his way. “I’m coming with you. Someone has to look after you.”

This time, he didn’t protest.