The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1311

"Don't be afraid. Mom's here."

Danielle patted her daughter's back. Her gaze instantly turned ice-cold. "How did you find us?"

"Why wouldn't I be able to find you?"

Orson sneered, storming up to her in a few strides. His eyes darted between her and Niki.

Finally, his gaze landed on the empty thermos in her hand, as if he had caught her red-handed. "Wow, Danielle, you're really something!"

"Taking my money to keep some guy on the side, even bringing him homemade soup? Have you no shame?"

At those words, the few lingering parents threw curious glances their way. Muffled whispers and pointed fingers echoed in the background.

She tightened her grip around Niki's shoulders, her knuckles turning pale.

"Watch your mouth!"

She took two steps back, trying to avoid the stench of alcohol rolling off him. "Every cent I spend is money I earned myself. It has absolutely nothing to do with you!"

"And this is a school. If you want to throw a tantrum, get the hell back to your own house!"

"Throw a tantrum?"

Orson acted as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. His voice pitched even higher, drawing the attention of the security guard at the gate.

"Let me tell you right now, Danielle. Fine, I’ll divorce your mother, but I’m taking half the assets!"

"Otherwise, I'll be waiting right here every single day. I'll make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of daughter you are."

As he spoke, he actually reached out, trying to grab Danielle's arm.

Danielle was quick. Shielding Niki, she dodged to the side and snapped, "I dare you to lay a finger on me."

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Infuriated by her attitude, Orson lunged forward again. "If you don't give me what I want today, nobody is leaving!"

Just in the nick of time, a sleek black Bentley pulled up to the curb.

Alexander burst out of the car in a flash. He clamped his hand around Orson's wrist, his grip terrifyingly strong.

Orson winced in agony, letting out a sharp yelp. "What, you're just going to assault me in broad daylight?"

"Assault?" Alexander tightened his grip. Orson paled from the searing pain, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead, yet he stubbornly kept his mouth running.

"You... I'm her father! I'm disciplining my own daughter. What's it to you?"

"Her business is my business."

Alexander enunciated every word. "I suggest you back off. Danielle has already hired the best lawyers for the divorce. You can drop whatever pathetic schemes you've cooked up."

"Furthermore, I had someone record the little scene you just caused. It's more than enough to get you in serious trouble."

Orson's face instantly lost all its color.

He never expected Alexander to still be so protective of Danielle.

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