The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 349

A tight, suffocating weight pressed against Millie’s chest, as if someone had dropped a boulder on her.

If she refused now, her mother would be detained for five days.

She’d already lost so much face at the conference. Millie struggled to breathe, her hands hanging at her sides, clenching into fists.

Weighing her options, she knew she had no choice but to agree.

Drawing a shaky breath, she said, “Fine. Then write the letter of forgiveness now.”

Danielle’s lips curled into a faint, almost mocking smile. “Did I ever say I was going to write a letter of forgiveness?”

“What do you mean?” Millie’s voice dropped, cold and tense.

Was this woman playing games with her for fun?

Danielle replied, “Settling privately means she apologizes to me, and you compensate me. That doesn’t mean I forgive her. Got it?”

Millie’s face darkened.

Not only did Danielle want her uncle out of the hospital, she wanted a formal apology from her mother—and financial compensation on top of it?

How utterly shameless.

“You should show some restraint,” Millie started, her tone clipped, “You never know—”

Danielle raised a hand, cutting her off. “No need. I don’t care about your feelings. I care about interests.”

To her, saving face was meaningless.

Danielle glanced at her watch, her expression flat. “And I don’t have time to waste with you.”

With that, Danielle tore away the last shred of civility between them, showing no mercy whatsoever.

They were business associates, nothing more. Any sense of camaraderie was an illusion, but some people always thought a bit of cooperation meant they could steamroll over her.

Danielle turned on her heel and left.

Millie squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body trembling.

“Millie—” Liam frowned, worry etched on his face. “For your mother’s sake, you can always restore her reputation later. There’s no need to get worked up right now.”

“Danielle’s only tough when it comes to things like this, anyway.”

Grinding her teeth, Millie stalked out.

Danielle was seated nearby, deep in conversation with a group of engineers. She spoke confidently, tossing out technical jargon that surprised Millie—was she actually this skilled, or just putting on a show?

Steadying her breath, Millie told herself it had to be Gian’s doing, some elaborate packaging to make Danielle look accomplished.

“We need to talk.” Millie kept her face icy.

Danielle crossed her legs, leaning casually against the back of her chair. Her gaze was cool as she asked, “Have you made up your mind?”

Millie hated how Danielle acted so superior, but right now, she had no choice but to swallow her pride.

“Yes. My mother will apologize and we’ll compensate you. I’ve already called my uncle to arrange the transfer.”

She had no choice but to give in.

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