The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 100

Gian looked at Danielle, a trace of sympathy flickering in his eyes.

"He really treats you like that…"

Alexander hadn't even spared her a glance, openly walking off with another woman.

Millie wasn't even an official employee of Davidson Enterprises, but she could waltz in to discuss partnerships. Other than her status as the boss's girlfriend, Gian couldn't think of any other reason.

He had to admire Danielle's patience; Millie had been insufferably smug just moments ago.

Truly, those who are favored always have nothing to fear.

Danielle calmly withdrew her gaze and replied coolly, "Business negotiations go both ways. If I weren't married to Alexander, you wouldn't be this upset, would you?"

"We're getting divorced. Whoever he's with now has nothing to do with me."

—

Lately, Danielle had poured all her energy into her research, constantly running calculations on her laptop or leading meetings with her team.

After leaving Davidson Enterprises, she'd gone straight back to her own company to continue her work.

At the end of each day, she returned home to care for Niki.

But that night, around nine, Danielle's focus was broken by the shrill ring of her phone.

Alexander's name flashed on the screen.

She hesitated, not wanting to answer—he rarely called her directly, so he must need something.

She picked up, her voice even and distant. "What is it?"

Alexander got straight to the point. "Raffy has a fever. I need you to go to the hospital and look after him."

Danielle's tone was icy. "How is that my responsibility?"

"Danielle." His voice deepened, growing stern. "You raised that boy yourself. A child's fever is no trivial matter. Don't let your personal feelings get in the way right now."

Her breath caught, a sharp ache twisting inside her.

He certainly understood how serious a child's fever could be.

But where had he been the last time Niki was sick?

He'd promised to come to the hospital, yet in the end, he ditched them both to be with Millie.

Danielle's eyes burned. She drew a slow breath, turning to stare out the window. "If it's so important, you should go yourself."

All those stories she'd once confided in him had become weapons he wielded against her.

He knew full well how uncomfortable Millie and Raffy made her, yet he forced her hand anyway.

There was no denying it—Alexander could be truly ruthless.

—

Children's Hospital.

Danielle arrived at the ward.

Raffy was burning up with a high fever—over 102 degrees—vomiting, dehydrated, and breaking out in hives.

He looked so small and fragile in the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed, still deep in a feverish sleep.

Julia, the housekeeper, hovered anxiously at his side. When she saw Danielle, relief washed over her face. "Thank goodness you're here, ma'am. I really don't know what happened—he was perfectly fine at dinner…"

"What did he eat?" Danielle asked.

Julia listed everything Raffy had eaten that evening—none of it matched his known allergies.