The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 230

“He seems to have twisted his ankle. Take him to the hospital and have it checked out.”

Today was the Fletcher family’s funeral. Keegan’s presence was only to be expected.

After thanking her once more, Keegan turned and carried the boy away.

A fine drizzle continued to fall, cold winds sweeping through the air outside. Once they’d left, Danielle instinctively rubbed her arms, feeling the chill seep in.

Just then, something warm and heavy settled across her shoulders—a black jacket. Its lingering heat seeped slowly through the fabric, driving away the cold that clung to her skin.

Danielle shivered, just barely, then turned to meet the cool, emotionless gaze of the man behind her.

His face betrayed nothing. He simply looked at her and said, “We should head inside.”

When Danielle realized it was Alexander, her expression turned cold. She slipped off the jacket and tossed it back to him. “I don’t need it.”

He caught the jacket, his dark eyes lingering on her face for a few moments in silence.

Finally, he said, “Let’s go in.”

The mourners who’d come to pay their respects to the Fletchers were not few in number. Most had come out of deference to the Davidson family.

There were several tables set up for the meal. As hosts, the Fletchers and their extended relatives sat at the main table. The Davidsons were seated at a table just beside them.

“Millie, come sit over here,” Bianca called, motioning for her to take the seat next to Alexander.

The old matriarch didn’t object; with the two families so close, it hardly mattered which table anyone chose.

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