The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 287

“I heard the national finals are coming up soon, right?” Mr. Hawthorne asked, glancing over his glasses. “How’s the team’s prep going? If you want, I can help you review your proposal.”

Danielle hadn’t expected her professor to be keeping tabs on the competition.

“We’re almost ready. I’ll set up a meeting soon—I’ll bring the Northern Eye Team along so we can go over everything with you. Really hope you’ll share your thoughts and guidance.”

If they made it through the national finals and clinched the global championship, they’d have a shot at joining the European Aerospace Bureau’s headquarters straight away. Even if they didn’t get in, just making it that far would put her name on the map—worldwide.

Mr. Hawthorne nodded, clearly proud of her. “You know, your generation is the future of our country. These international competitions—they’re more than just rivalries. You get to see what’s happening abroad, learn what they do well, and spot their weaknesses.”

He paused, the lines on his face deepening. “Science isn’t something you can do in a vacuum.”

“If you run into any trouble, come to me.” His tone softened, almost fatherly. “This work… it’s not easy. The weight we carry—it’s heavy.”

“Especially since—well, you know, in our field, the pay isn’t great.”

Even the top chief engineers didn’t make more than a few hundred thousand a year. The government funded their research, but the budgets were always tight. Every project demanded time, energy, money—all of it in massive amounts.

And when you couldn’t see the finish line, when hope seemed far away, it could wear you down—mind and body.

Each research project took years, sometimes longer. For young, ambitious people, it could feel endless.

Mr. Hawthorne’s eyes grew more intense. “But if you stick with it… With you and Gian’s startup taking off, your patents will bring in a decent income.”

Danielle paused, caught off guard for a moment.

She met his gaze and suddenly understood.

Mr. Hawthorne looked older these days—his hair had thinned and gone silver at the temples. But he was still here, still working on the front lines.

He wouldn’t have brought up salaries for no reason.

Back then, she’d dropped out halfway through the program to get married. And not just to anyone—to someone from the Davidson family, one of the city’s oldest, wealthiest lineages.

It was the worst decision she’d ever made.

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