The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 341

Millie paused, her gaze lingering on Danielle for a few seconds before a look of sudden realization brightened her face.

“So this room used to be yours? Is someone ill?”

Millie pressed her lips together, her tone calm but urgent. “If it’s not too much trouble, Miss Crawford, I’d appreciate your help. My uncle is seriously ill and needs a private room to recover.”

“If we’re acquaintances, that should make things easier, shouldn’t it?” Millie looked Danielle straight in the eye. “You—”

Danielle let out a cold, mirthless laugh, her expression icy. “Well, Miss Fletcher, that’s a new one. I didn’t know having connections could get you a discount at the hospital. Should I expect your family to get a membership card at the funeral home next? Maybe rack up some extra points?”

Her words were sharp as barbed wire, leaving no room for courtesy.

Millie’s brows drew together in a fierce frown, her face turning instantly cold.

“You—!”

“Family of Baillie Fletcher, over here please,” a nurse called, stepping into the room. “We need you to fill out the patient’s medical history and there are several forms that require your signature.”

Millie, hand half-raised at Danielle, forced herself to lower it and followed the nurse out.

Once Millie left, the room fell into sudden, heavy silence, leaving only Danielle and Alexander.

Alexander lounged by the window, his gaze resting on Danielle, calm and unhurried.

After a long pause, he finally spoke. “If you’re willing to give up this room, name your terms. I’m open to negotiation.”

Danielle’s eyes darkened.

He made it sound as if she could be bought off at any moment, as if this hospital room was no more than a bargaining chip to be traded.

Did he truly see her as someone that cheap?

“Alexander, not everything in this world can be solved with money,” she said quietly but firmly. “And you don’t have to keep insulting me with it every time.”

He studied her, then gave a faint, almost amused smile. “Danielle, I’m trying to have a civilized discussion.”

His tone was measured, almost gentle. “Your uncle’s ill. I can put you in contact with an excellent specialist abroad, help extend his life. All I ask is that you give up this room.”

He knew exactly why she was here—right down to every detail—and now he was proposing a trade, all under the guise of concern. But it was clear as day: this was all for Millie’s family’s convenience.

Danielle stared at him, silent. It was laughable, really. He’d ignored her completely during their marriage, but now, after their divorce, he could recite every detail about her life, all for the sake of Millie.

The air in the room felt frozen, every breath thick with tension.

Danielle’s hands curled into tight fists at her sides.

Alexander noticed her silence. “You can think it over. If there’s a problem, just let me know.”

She squeezed her hands tighter, forcing herself not to tremble. This wasn’t just about money or hospital resources. He had no regard whatsoever for people’s dignity.

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