The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 292

“Are you really planning to keep Niki shut away at home forever?”

His voice came from above, cold and imperious.

Danielle let out a derisive laugh, eyes flashing as she looked up at him. “Since when is that any concern of yours, Uncle?”

She gestured toward the door with a mocking flourish. “Don’t let me keep you.”

“Hm.” Alexander gave a short, dismissive grunt, his gaze lingering on her stony face. “That temper of yours has only gotten worse.”

“No wonder Millie’s always getting an earful from you.”

The look he gave her was intense, almost suffocating in its darkness.

Before Danielle could decipher what he meant, Alexander had already turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Danielle scoffed under her breath.

As if he had any right to judge her.

Who did he think he was, anyway?

Just then, her phone buzzed. Another text from Alexander: [Remember to send a photo to Grandma. She’s worried about you.]

Danielle’s expression didn’t soften. She turned off her phone and glanced at the insulated container still sitting on the table.

She was exhausted—hadn’t even found time for dinner.

When she finally opened the container, the aroma of herbal chicken broth rose up, thick with the scent of medicinal roots and herbs. The soup was still steaming hot.

She checked on Niki, making sure she was asleep, before coming out to drink the soup in silence.

From now on, she’d just have it delivered by courier. No more unnecessary contact with Alexander.

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