The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 908

Nash saw the redness in Alexander's eyes as the smell of liquor hung heavy in the air. The man who was always so composed now looked as if all his strength had been drained away.

"Mr. Davidson, hurting yourself like this won't solve anything," Nash said softly, trying to take the glass from his hand. "Maybe it's just a misunderstanding with Miss Crawford. If you two just talked…"

"I said, leave me alone."

Seeing him like this, Nash knew that nothing more he said would get through. He retreated silently. Once outside, he pulled out his phone and, after a long hesitation, dialed Danielle's number.

He kept his voice low. "Miss Crawford, is this a good time to talk?"

"Mr. Langley? What is it?" Danielle's voice was laced with confusion.

Nash took a deep breath. "Miss Crawford, Mr. Davidson… he's been drinking heavily. He's in a very bad state. I know there might be misunderstandings between you, but he truly cares about you. He just doesn't know how to show it. I wanted to ask… do you still love him? I know this might be unfair to you right now, but if you do, could you please try to help him? You're the only one who can bring him back."

Nash knew that given how Alexander had treated her, asking for her generosity now was a tall order.

The line went silent for so long that Nash thought she wasn't going to answer. Just as he was about to hang up, Danielle's soft voice came through. "I understand, Mr. Langley. Thank you for telling me." Then she ended the call.

The nanny was surprised but quickly agreed with a smile. "Of course! Niki has been missing you terribly. She'll be thrilled to know she's coming to see you. I'll pack her things and we'll head out first thing tomorrow morning."

Danielle felt a weight lift from her shoulders after hanging up. She didn't know if bringing Niki to see Alexander was the right choice, but she had to try. Perhaps her daughter's presence could soften the tension between them and help Alexander see that their future held more than just past conflicts—it held hope.

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The next morning, Danielle went to the train station early to meet Niki. When she saw her daughter in a pink dress, carrying a small backpack and running toward her with excitement, her heart swelled. Niki leaped into her arms, wrapped her arms around her neck, and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Mommy! I missed you so much!"