The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 887

Alexander took a moment, closing his eyes to suppress the wave of negative emotions.

He pulled out his phone and called Rebecca. "Rebecca," he said, his voice firm with resolve, "I need you to set up a comprehensive treatment plan for me."

Rebecca was surprised for a moment, then she chuckled. "What's this? Finally ready to give that overthinking brain of yours a rest?"

She knew Alexander all too well. The man was constantly pushing himself to the brink, meticulously planning for every eventuality, never allowing himself a moment of respite.

Alexander didn't argue. He simply said, "I need to be emotionally stable. I need a clear head to face the people I have to face and do the things I need to do."

"Okay, I understand," Rebecca's tone grew serious. "I'll arrange it for you tomorrow. We'll include medication, therapy, and physical treatment—the full works."

"Don't worry. As long as you cooperate fully, you will get better."

"Thank you," Alexander said before hanging up.

After the call, Alexander drove to the prison.

He needed to see Nathan—not to gloat or seek revenge, but to settle old scores and confirm one specific thing.

In the prison visitation room, Nathan sat in his inmate uniform. He looked haggard, but his eyes still held a glint of defiance.

When he saw Alexander walk in, a sneer played on his lips. "What, come to laugh at my misfortune?"

Alexander ignored the taunt and sat down across from him. "I'm not here to gloat," he said calmly. "I'm here to tell you something."

"Oh? And what's that?" Nathan raised an eyebrow, his expression dripping with disdain.

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