The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 337

Danielle had just ushered Niki into the car when Alexander strode over, his presence cold and forbidding.

Danielle shot him a quick, wide-eyed glance. She could guess why he’d shown up now—it had to be because his grandmother sent him. Her fever had only just broken, and she was still woozy and weak, with no energy to spar with him.

“If you’ve got time to see us off, maybe you should use it to go find your son,” she said, her voice thin.

After all, Raffy had run off again.

He was getting more rebellious by the day. When Danielle was still in charge, Raffy had always been a handful, but as long as someone kept him in check, he never dared cross the line. Now, with no one looking after him for so long, he’d changed almost beyond recognition.

Alexander’s expression remained cold and unreadable. “You don’t need to come back to the house anymore.”

Danielle let out a sarcastic laugh. “Trust me, I won’t lose any sleep over it.”

She pulled open the driver’s door and drove off without another word.

Inside the car, Niki sat silently in the backseat, staring out the window, her face a careful mask.

Danielle caught her daughter’s reflection in the rearview mirror. She understood all too well why Niki still longed for her father’s affection. Once upon a time, Alexander had doted on Niki, but somewhere along the way, he’d turned cold and distant. Now, all his warmth was reserved for Raffy.

For a child, a father’s sudden change could only mean one thing: she must have done something wrong. Even though Niki now called him “Uncle” in public, sometimes she still slipped and called him “Dad.”

In front of others, Alexander never acknowledged Niki as his daughter—he wouldn’t even admit Danielle was ever his wife.

Danielle exhaled, a long, heavy sigh filling the car as she drove them home.

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Once they arrived, Danielle sent Niki off to wash up, then came to sit by her side. Niki looked at her mother, hesitating, as if she already knew what Danielle wanted to say.

“I’m okay, Mom,” Niki said with a gentle smile. “Really, I get it. Dad doesn’t care about me, he only cares about my brother. I don’t expect anything from him anymore. Sometimes I still feel sad, but I know it’ll get better.”

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