The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 462

Raffy watched his mom preparing to leave, and in that moment, he felt completely alone—like she was all he had left in the world.

He didn’t say a word, just tossed the microphone aside and hurried to Millie’s side. “Mom… Let’s go home together.”

Then he turned to Alexander, his eyes pleading. “Dad—can you drive us back? I don’t want to stay here any longer.”

Kids don’t need to say much; every action speaks volumes.

Niki stood quietly to one side, watching everything unfold. She studied Alexander’s expression, but he remained composed and unreadable, as if none of this could shake him. Even now, after everything, it was clear: he still refused to acknowledge her as his daughter.

Not that it mattered to her anymore—she’d long stopped caring. But deep down, it still stung.

Bianca felt her mind spinning, the world going dark at the edges. Her blood pressure soared; she could barely stand.

Alexander looked down at Raffy, reaching out to gently ruffle his hair. In the charged silence, the gesture said it all.

He was acknowledging his son.

And whose son was Raffy, after all? That was hardly a secret now.

Millie’s heart twisted painfully, but Alexander’s gesture brought her a sliver of comfort. At least he hadn’t outed Raffy’s identity in front of everyone. He hadn’t denied that Raffy was his son, hadn’t left the two of them to fend for themselves.

Before Alexander could say anything, Chairman White turned to Millie, his tone calm but resolute. “No need to rush off. Some matters don’t require a court’s decision. What Gian has in his hands now—that’s justice.”

“You claim the system and technical solution were yours, developed with your professor ten years ago,” he went on. “But the documents Gian has are federally registered, dating back fifteen years. Chief Engineer Crawford accessed those records, solved the bug, and introduced real innovations to the original project.”

As he spoke, Gian stepped up onto the stage and projected the documents onto the big screen. Phones went up all around; everyone was recording. Clips were already flooding the internet.

Millie stared at the official records—her heart sank, cold and heavy. Everyone knew: government-registered documentation couldn’t be faked, and there would always be multiple copies.

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