The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 329

The old woman carried Niki in her arms as they made their way into the family estate.

In the kitchen, the staff were busy washing leaves and preparing ingredients for the pie. Most of the prep had been done the day before, so things felt relaxed—it was barely past nine in the morning.

“Niki, would you like to try making a pie too?” the old woman asked.

Niki nodded eagerly and rolled up her tiny sleeves. “Yes, please!”

The old woman couldn’t help but chuckle at her granddaughter’s enthusiasm, her heart warm with affection. She glanced at Danielle, who stood nearby. “The older this little one gets, the more she looks like Alex. Just like her father.”

She sighed and shook her head, smiling with gentle resignation. “But Raffy—who does he take after? I haven’t the faintest idea.”

Niki’s lashes fluttered as she glanced up at Danielle.

Danielle was quiet for a moment, caught off guard.

“What’s wrong?” the old woman asked, noticing Danielle’s odd expression.

“It’s nothing,” Danielle replied softly, giving Niki’s cheek a gentle pinch. She couldn’t help but study the little girl’s face. “She really does look like him.”

It was something Danielle had noticed before—if you looked closely, spent time with Niki, you’d see the resemblance in her eyes and brow.

But there was one stark difference.

Niki was sweet and bright, while Alexander remained distant and cold.

The old woman smiled at Niki. “Let me show you how it’s done, sweetheart.”

“Yay!” Niki grinned. “Today I’m going to eat two of the pies I make myself!”

Danielle watched her daughter’s small hands imitate her great-grandmother’s movements, and the whole scene made her heart swell with warmth.

She couldn’t help but smile.

Niki piped up with a suggestion, “Grandma, can we put a coin inside one of the pies? Whoever finds it will have good luck!”

“Whatever you want, darling,” the old woman replied.

Danielle settled into a rocking chair beneath the shade of a tree in the courtyard, her head heavy and foggy with discomfort. She rubbed her temples, trying to ease the dull ache. Maybe she was coming down with something—her throat had been sore since she woke up, probably from staying up too late the night before.

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