The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 724

Niki was still groggy, rubbing her eyes as she realized she was sitting in the car. Her small voice, sleepy and sweet, drifted up: “Mom, are we… are we going home now?”

Danielle’s heart melted at the sound, soft as a feather brushing against her soul.

Leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss to her daughter’s forehead and spoke in a voice barely more than a whisper, “Yes, sweetheart. Why don’t you try to get a little more sleep, okay?”

Niki nodded, only half-understanding. She let out a tiny yawn and burrowed closer into Danielle’s arms, drifting back to sleep with rosy cheeks, looking every bit like a ripe apple.

Holding her daughter close, Danielle stared out the window.

Night had fallen thick and heavy. Nothing was visible outside but pitch black; the mountains were swallowed in darkness.

She had no idea what was happening back at the old estate.

Alexander… Was he alright?

Nash had rushed back in such a hurry, and there’d been no word since. Every minute that dragged by felt like torture.

Danielle drew a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. This wasn’t the time to give in to panic or let her mind spiral. She needed to keep Niki safe, above all else.

They were still too close to the estate—too close for comfort. No one could say if another danger might come their way. She didn’t dare risk it, so she waited in the car, clutching Niki, praying for news from Nash or Alexander.

Time passed—she couldn’t say how long—until faint footsteps sounded outside the car.

Danielle’s head snapped up, alert, and in the dim glow from the dashboard, she saw two figures approaching.

The one in front was a woman in a beige trench coat, tall and graceful, but her steps were uneven, as if she were favoring one leg.

Behind her strode a tall man in a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, muscles taut and defined. His face was expressionless, his presence radiating a chill that seemed to freeze the air around him—like a block of ancient ice.

Rebecca blinked, her smile soft but evasive. “Don’t worry. He’s fine.”

She let out a small, teasing laugh, but there was a firm edge to her words. “Honestly, he’s gone to great lengths to keep you safe—never wanting you near any danger. As for the rest, you’ll have to hear it from him. It’s not my place to say.”

Her tone was light, but her resolve was unyielding. Danielle knew pushing further would be pointless.

She studied Rebecca, reminded again of the complicated history between her and Alexander. If Rebecca was acting on Alexander’s behalf, she wouldn’t betray his trust.

Biting her lip, Danielle let the questions die on her tongue. Still, unease curled tighter in her chest.

The car glided smoothly through the darkness. Sammie’s driving was steady, barely a jolt or bump.

Inside, silence hung between them, broken only by the occasional sharp breath from Rebecca each time her injured leg twinged.