The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 707

“Careful!”

A strong hand caught her arm just in time, steadying her before she could fall.

It was Nathan.

His voice, laced with worry, sounded right beside her ear. “Danielle…”

She collapsed against his chest, her entire body weak, and at last the tears she’d been holding back burst out in a silent, uncontrollable rush.

Jake saw the scene unfold, and his expression darkened.

“Nathan, let her go!” Jake’s voice cracked through the silence, sharp and commanding. “She’s your former sister-in-law. What do you think it looks like, holding her like that? What will people say when they find out? Do you care nothing for the Davidson family’s reputation?”

Nathan’s jaw tightened, but instead of letting go he held Danielle even more firmly.

He met Jake’s gaze, his voice unwavering. “Dad, she isn’t just my former sister-in-law. She’s my sister. I’ve always seen her that way, and nothing will change it.”

Jake was momentarily speechless, his face flushing with anger, but the words he wanted wouldn’t come.

Alexander stood off to the side, watching as Nathan sheltered Danielle in his arms. She kept her head bowed, her shoulders shaking violently with sobs that left her nearly breathless.

Alexander’s eyes were dark, fathomless, and full of emotions no one could decipher. His knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists.

In the end, he said nothing. He simply turned away, walking silently down the hallway until he reached the end. There, with his back to everyone, he stared out the window at the gray, overcast sky.

Outside the hospital morgue, a row of cold benches lined the wall. Danielle sat on the farthest step, knees hugged to her chest, her head buried in her arms as she cried without making a sound.

Her tears soaked through the fabric of her sleeve, leaving behind a cold dampness that did nothing to dull the ache in her chest.

The corridor was quiet, broken only by the occasional footsteps or the hushed, stifled murmur of voices.

Alexander looked at her, his own reflection shining in her red-rimmed eyes, and in that reflection was a pain he couldn’t hide.

He was silent for so long that Danielle thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he said, quietly, “Fifteen minutes before she died, Nathan went to her room.”

Danielle froze.

Nathan?

She remembered the way he’d stood up for her, the way he’d called her his sister, the steady hand that had caught her outside the emergency room… How could it be him?

A chill shot up from her feet, spreading through her body in an instant.

She stared into Alexander’s somber eyes, suddenly realizing that her grandmother’s death might not be as simple as everyone claimed.

And as for her entanglement with the Davidson family—she was beginning to understand that there might never be a way out of this mire.