The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1484

She still had Danielle Crawford.

Danielle was one of the few friends Rebecca trusted with her life.

Smart, level-headed, and resourceful. More importantly, the power backing Danielle wouldn't necessarily back down against Sammie.

If she could just get a message to Danielle, she would be saved.

Mustering the last bit of her strength, Rebecca began to observe her surroundings.

The maids came in daily to clean, refill her water, and clear the dishes. They didn't dare speak to her, but they left behind clean towels, cups, and paper and pens.

Paper and pen.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Rebecca's eyes.

When the maids weren't looking, she quietly hid a sheet of paper and a pen. Huddled under her blankets, she used every ounce of willpower to write out a message.

Her handwriting was shaky from weakness, but the words were crystal clear:

[Sammie is holding me captive. He won't let me leave the country. I'm on a hunger strike, and he's going to put me on an IV. Help me. — Rebecca]

She carefully folded the note into a tiny square and kept it hidden against her skin.

Now, she just had to wait for an opening.

That opening came on the afternoon of the fifth day.

A quiet, relatively timid young maid came in to change her water.

The moment the girl turned her back, Rebecca lunged, grabbing her wrist with a desperate grip. "Please, give this to Danielle Crawford."

"I'll pay you. A lot of money."

"If you don't help me and I die in here, you'll be dragged down with me."

Her gaze was so sharp and her tone so intense that she barely seemed like someone who had been starving for days.

The maid jumped, her face draining of color. She instinctively tried to pull away, but Rebecca's grip was ironclad.

"Miss Rebecca... I can't... The Boss will kill me..."

"He won't know it was you," Rebecca whispered fiercely. "Just get it out of the house. I promise you'll be safe."

She could tell this maid was cowardly and anxious, but also soft-hearted.

After thirty seconds of a tense standoff, the maid finally gave a trembling nod. She snatched the note, shoved it up her sleeve, and practically sprinted out of the room, pale as a ghost.

Letting go, Rebecca collapsed back onto the mattress, gasping for air as black spots danced in her vision.

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