The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 711

“Should I be keeping my distance from the entire Davidson family?”

Alexander’s eyes narrowed, his gaze darkening as he swallowed hard. He looked at her, an intensity in his eyes that was almost tangible.

Just then, the door to the treatment room opened. A nurse stepped out, cradling Niki in her arms. The little girl had cried herself to sleep, her cheeks still streaked with tears, her small arm bundled in pristine white bandages.

“All done,” the attending doctor followed, addressing them both. “We’ve cleaned the blisters, applied ointment, and wrapped her arm. Just keep the bandages dry and change them on schedule—there shouldn’t be any scarring.”

Danielle stood up quickly, eager to take Niki, but Alexander reached her first. He gently gathered their daughter into his arms, his touch so careful, so tender—it was hard to believe this was the same man who once seemed indifferent to her.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Danielle murmured, gratitude soft in her voice.

“You’re welcome, Miss Crawford.” The doctor smiled, then turned to Alexander. “Mr. Davidson, the medication will be ready for you to pick up at any time.”

Alexander nodded, holding Niki close as he headed for the exit.

Danielle followed, watching the broad line of his back, her daughter nestled safely against him. Her feelings tangled inside her—a mix of longing, regret, and confusion.

Once, this man had been the light of her life. Then he became a source of pain. Now, here he was again, woven back into her world and her daughter’s, in a way she never expected.

She wished things were different.

Some mistakes, once made, can never be undone. They cast shadows that linger forever.

And yet, in another life, maybe things could have been simpler, free of all this hurt.

When they reached the hospital entrance, the early morning sun was almost too bright to bear.

Alexander stopped, turning to her. “Stay at my place for a few days,” he said quietly. “There’s a housekeeper—it’ll be easier for Niki to recover.”

Maybe she had never truly known this man.

Her grandmother’s death, the unanswered questions about Nathan, and the unresolved knots between her and Alexander—they all felt like invisible threads tightening around them, pulling everyone closer to a fate none of them could escape.

Danielle closed her eyes for a moment, unsure of what path lay ahead.

She only knew one thing: she had to be strong enough to keep her daughter safe—even if, no matter how strong she became, she could never fill the emptiness left by a father’s absence.

Her heart twisted with pain.

And yet, until the truth came out, she couldn’t let herself trust Alexander completely.

After all, he had always been good at lying.