The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 700

Danielle had stopped caring about Alexander a long time ago. Whatever happened to him now was none of her concern—for all intents and purposes, there was nothing left between them.

-

Alexander came to in a hospital room, the sharp tang of antiseptic stinging his nose the moment he stirred. The smell was unpleasant, invasive.

He lifted a hand to his forehead, massaging his temples to chase away the lingering fog.

“Nash.” His voice was hoarse, roughened by sleep and disuse.

Nash, who’d been dozing in a cramped chair by the bed, jerked awake. “Sir, you’re awake! How are you feeling? Should I call the doctor?”

“No need.” Alexander’s eyelids fluttered as his gaze landed on the bedside table. “My laptop.”

Nash hesitated, a barely perceptible crease forming between his brows. “You just woke up, sir. The doctors said you need to rest. Maybe work can—”

“Especially Dr. Carter. She said she really means it this time—she’ll stop checking in on you if you don’t cooperate.”

Rebecca Carter was more irritated than usual; her patience for uncooperative patients had worn thin. Even the best doctors can be overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness. She’d once told Nash that Alexander was the toughest challenge of her entire career.

“I asked you to bring me my laptop.” Alexander cut him off, his tone calm but laced with the quiet force of someone used to being obeyed.

He knew Nash’s concerns all too well. Nash was worried he’d overexert himself, that something else might go wrong at this critical juncture. But Alexander had never fought his battles from a hospital bed. The chessboard was already set, the pawns in motion—there was no room for hesitation.

Nash pressed his lips together, then silently fetched the laptop from his briefcase in the corner.

As the screen flickered to life, the glow illuminated Alexander’s face. His eyes sharpened, all traces of drowsy convalescence vanishing as if they’d never been there. The transformation was instantaneous; the patient had become the strategist once again.

“No need to be so formal. We’re family,” Nathan replied, pulling up a chair and settling in beside the bed as if he owned the place. “Whatever happens to the Davidsons happens to all of us. If you’re out of commission, it’s only right I step up as your big brother.”

“Oh?” Alexander arched an eyebrow, gazing at him with cool detachment. “Been waiting for this chance to take over the Davidson Group, have you?”

Nathan’s smile didn’t flicker, but a glint of steel flashed in his eyes. “There’s no need to put it that way. I just want to help shoulder the load. You’ve been carrying this burden alone for years. Maybe it’s time you took a break.”

A break? What kind of break did he mean?

Alexander gave a low, mirthless laugh, the sound edged with scorn. “You’ve been waiting for this day a long time, haven’t you, brother?”

He paused, his gaze turning icy. “If you want what the Davidsons have, take it. The shares, the power, the reputation—whatever you’ve got your eye on, it’s yours for the taking.”

Nathan’s smile deepened, as if surprised by Alexander’s bluntness. “Alex, you talk like we’re kids, squabbling over toys. Are you sure you’re not just being stubborn?”