The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 830

Danielle lifted her teacup and took a small sip, breaking the silence. "So, you're leaving the day after tomorrow? Is it urgent in Northridge City?"

"Yes. There's a new development with Nathan's mother. I need to go back and handle it."

Alexander's voice was quiet, laced with exhaustion. "Nash probably told you about my situation. Did you ask me here to try and talk me out of something?"

Danielle set her cup down and met his gaze directly. "I'm not here to persuade you. I just want you to know that whatever you decide to do, Niki and I will support you."

"But you can't keep doing what you've always done—carrying everything on your own and hiding it all from us."

"Dean Gresham needs justice, and Nathan's schemes have to be stopped. We can face this together."

Alexander looked into her resolute eyes, a complex mix of emotions churning within him.

He wanted to refuse, to keep her far away from the danger, but the words wouldn't form on his lips.

He knew she wasn't the same young woman who used to follow him blindly. She was capable of protecting herself, and she had a right to know the truth.

Just then, the waiter returned with their food, breaking the tension in the room.

As he looked at the familiar dishes on the table, Alexander felt a gentle tug at his heart.

She still remembered what he liked to eat.

Dinner progressed in a quiet rhythm of conversation and silence.

Danielle didn't press him for a decision. Instead, she shared little stories about Niki at school and updates on the project at the Aerospace Institute.

Alexander listened quietly, murmuring a response now and then, and some of the weariness seemed to lift from his eyes.

After dinner, he drove her home.

The car stopped in front of her apartment building. Danielle unbuckled her seatbelt but didn't get out right away. She turned to him. "Alexander, I know you're worried, but please, have a little faith in me. And in yourself."

Nexus Prime Airport.

Danielle stood in the departures hall, holding Niki's hand and clutching a dark blue pencil case.

Through the bustling crowd, she quickly spotted the familiar tall figure.

Alexander, dressed in a black trench coat, was speaking in low tones to Nash, his profile looking exceptionally gaunt in the morning light.

"Daddy!" Niki let go of her hand and ran toward him, her small face beaming with excitement.

Hearing her voice, Alexander turned instantly. A rare, gentle light filled his eyes as his daughter launched herself at him.

He crouched down, catching her securely and ruffling her hair. "What are you doing here? Don't you have school today?"

"Mommy asked my teacher for time off. She said we had to see you off!" Niki wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Daddy, you have to come back soon!"