The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1105

The black sedan glided through the gates of the Atwood mansion. The ornate iron gates swung shut behind it, sealing off the noise of the outside world.

Gian stepped out of the car and into the familiar yet alien courtyard. The faint scent of sandalwood incense hung in the air, but it did little to dispel the heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

In the brightly lit living room, Gian’s father sat in the main armchair, a newspaper in his hands, his brow furrowed in a severe expression. Gian’s mother sat nearby, her hands clasped in her lap, her face anything but pleased.

The entire family atmosphere was so heavy it was suffocating. It was clear they had been waiting for some time.

“You’re back,” Gian’s father said without looking up, his tone flat but carrying an unquestionable authority.

Gian nodded and walked over to sit on a nearby sofa. “Dad, Mom.”

“Where’s your girlfriend?”

His mother spoke immediately, her sharp gaze scanning the space behind him, her voice filled with eager expectation. “Weren’t you supposed to bring her home? Why are you alone?”

Gian managed a tight, weary smile. “There is no girlfriend anymore.”

“No girlfriend anymore?”

His mother’s voice shot up, her hopeful expression instantly dissolving into disappointment and anger. “I knew you were unreliable! A man your age without a single serious girlfriend—what on earth are you thinking?”

She stood up and began pacing the living room, growing more agitated. “Your career is established, the partnership with NextCore is moving forward, and Ninesky is thriving. You have money and status. What excuse do you have left to keep putting me off?”

“Marriage needs to be your top priority now!”

“Mom, there’s no rush to get married,” Gian said, his tone still calm as he tried to soothe her.

“No rush?” His mother stopped abruptly, glaring at him. “You’re nearly thirty, and you’re not in a rush? When I was your age, you were already running around the house!”

With that, she turned and marched into the study, quickly returning with a stack of photographs that she slammed onto the coffee table in front of Gian. “These are the marriage candidates I’ve found for you.”

“There’s a daughter from the Linden family, a Ph.D. who studied abroad.”

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