The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 396

Danielle truly wanted no part in this.

Her grandmother, stubborn as ever, simply wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Danielle raised a hand and gently rubbed her brow, saying nothing in return.

That silence was enough to make her grandmother frown on the other end of the line.

“Dani, I know quite a lot about what’s happened between you and Alex.” Her grandmother’s voice softened. “You don’t like to talk about these things with me, and I know it’s because you don’t want me to worry. But seeing you hurt—well, it hurts me too.”

“Alex set up a company for Millie. I know you’re aware of it, even though you didn’t tell me. I can see how deeply this must have wounded you. If you ever want to take that company back, you have every right—and you’d have my full support.”

Danielle listened, drawing in a deep breath.

Alexander starting a company for Millie had nothing to do with her anymore; their divorce had made things perfectly clear. She had no interest in digging up old grievances—there were more than enough problems to deal with at the moment.

She truly didn’t want to be dragged down by all this mess.

Soon, when the Blackwood Research Institute’s preliminary results were ready, she’d have to report at a national conference. Her days were so packed she barely had time to breathe, terrified that even one mistake might set back everything she’d worked for.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Danielle finally spoke. “It’s all right, Grandma. I know how to handle these things, and if something really upsets me, I’ll tell you.”

“Then I’ll leave the Davidson Group’s anniversary celebration in your hands. After all, you’re still the Davidson family’s daughter-in-law. I just wouldn’t trust anyone else with it.”

This year marked the Davidson Group’s centennial.

Everything about the event had to be grand and flawless.

After hanging up, Danielle found herself lost in thought.

Last time, she’d poured her heart into planning every detail, making sure everything was perfect. The event had gone off without a hitch.

But afterward, she’d fallen seriously ill. Alexander hadn’t visited her even once, always claiming he was too busy with work.

She’d done so much—tireless, thankless work.

If she had to handle the celebration again, she could just use the previous plan. It wouldn’t be difficult.

And yet—

Danielle pressed her lips together, hesitating.

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