The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 142

Danielle raised a hand to massage her temples, pressing away the ache that lingered behind her eyes.

She lowered her gaze, her voice calm. "There's no point dwelling on the past. I'm almost back to normal now."

The most important thing for her at this moment was to push the project forward. She needed to get back on track as soon as possible. If she kept clinging to what had already happened, she'd only find herself trapped in sorrow that served no purpose. The past simply didn't matter anymore; what mattered was the present, and what she could build for the future.

Kirsten watched her, concern flashing across her face. She reached out and checked Danielle's forehead with the back of her hand. "Are you sure you're over that fever? Most people would be focused on resting right now, not throwing themselves straight back into work."

Danielle met her gaze. "So what I discussed online yesterday—did it go through today?"

"Don't worry," Kirsten replied, the tension in her shoulders easing a bit. "With you leading the tech team, the solution you offered made a real difference. You solved problems Ninesky had been wrestling with for ages."

Danielle finally allowed herself a moment of relief.

Kirsten continued, "Gian wants you to take it easy for a few days. You're already juggling work and looking after Niki. You can't possibly handle everything, especially with those two homewreckers constantly trying to get under your skin."

"They—" Danielle's voice was steady, almost indifferent. "They don't matter to me anymore."

Kirsten frowned, her composure oddly intense. Danielle could tell she was worried. But Danielle was determined to map out a new path for herself. To be on the front lines, she'd have to practically live in the lab, working late nights and burning the candle at both ends. She knew that every breakthrough in science came from relentless, sleepless nights and endless calculations.

Since joining Ninesky, Danielle had been nothing short of a workaholic. Her project proposals and technical solutions were miles ahead of what most of the company's grad students and PhDs could manage.

Kirsten studied her, sensing the passion and dedication that burned in her friend's heart. "If you hadn't gotten married back then, you'd be leading a research institute by now."

Danielle pressed her lips together, then smiled, the tension melting from her face. "It's not too late for anything."

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