The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 801

She remembered the anonymous flowers and the birthday cake she’d received not long ago, both wishing her a bright future.

Thinking back, she realized they must have been from Alexander Davidson.

Danielle Crawford took a deep breath. The thought of the car crash—and the unsettling possibility that it was connected to her—made her frown. She closed the lid on the gift box and placed it by her feet.

Just then, her phone buzzed, the name [Nathan Davidson] flashing across the screen like a thorn, shattering the quiet in the car.

Danielle hesitated for a few seconds before answering, her tone frigid. “Hello.”

“Danielle, are you done for the day?” Nathan’s voice was laced with a deliberate warmth. “I heard the Aerospace Institute is collaborating with Vanguard Technologies on a new project. We should really find some time to discuss the details, don’t you think?”

He chuckled. “You see? Even after you left Northridge City, fate keeps bringing us together.”

Danielle’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. “Regarding the project, have your assistant coordinate with mine. We can schedule a meeting at the institute during business hours. I don’t have time to meet with you privately.”

She knew exactly what Nathan’s idea of “discussing the details” really meant—it was just another excuse to entangle her.

A pause on the other end, then Nathan’s voice took on a wounded tone. “Danielle, are you really going to be so distant with me? We used to be…”

“Mr. Davidson,” Danielle cut him off, her voice firm. “We are business partners now. Let’s keep everything strictly professional. There’s no need to bring up the past.”

Nathan seemed taken aback by her directness. After a moment of silence, he changed the subject. “Have I done something to upset you? I swear I had no idea what happened at that dinner party. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“I can explain,” he offered.

Danielle almost laughed at the word “upset.”

“Alright, I happen to know someone at Metropolitan General Hospital. I’ll ask around and get back to you as soon as I hear anything.”

After hanging up, Danielle waited in her car for nearly half an hour before Kirsten’s text came through: *Got the details. Alexander is still at Metropolitan General. No life-threatening injuries, and he’s recovering well. Rebecca has been with him the whole time, so it doesn’t seem too serious.*

The weight on Danielle’s chest finally lifted.

If that accident truly was her fault, then his suffering was something she had indirectly caused.

“Thank you, Kirsten,” Danielle said, her voice a little hoarse when she called back. “One more thing… do you know how the accident happened? Was it an accident, or…?”

“I couldn’t get the specifics. Rebecca is keeping the news under tight wraps, and everyone at the hospital is being very tight-lipped,” Kirsten said, her tone lowering slightly. “But try not to worry too much. With Nash and Rebecca watching over him, I’m sure they can handle it.”