The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 333

Niki couldn’t help worrying about her mother, so she followed her upstairs.

The master bedroom was spacious, with a writing desk and a comfortable sofa by the window.

Alexander glanced at her. “If you feel unwell, just tell me.”

With that, he turned and settled onto the sofa, pulling out his phone.

Niki stayed by the bedside, glancing now and then at the man on the sofa.

He kept his head down, absorbed in his phone, clearly more interested in work emails than in Danielle. He was only here because the old lady had insisted.

Niki quietly looked away.

“Mom, if you’re not feeling well, you have to let me know, okay?” Danielle reached out and squeezed Niki’s small hand.

She wanted to hold it together, but the fever was making her whole body weak and her thoughts sluggish. Lately, her health had become so fragile—every little chill turned into a cold, and her body felt more and more brittle.

Danielle covered her eyes with her arm, sighing inwardly. Maybe it was time to finally take care of herself, get some real rest.

Soon, the family doctor arrived, medical bag in hand.

He checked Danielle’s temperature—it was over 101, almost 102 degrees.

Alexander looked over at Danielle, concern flickering briefly across his face. “It’s that high?”

“She’ll need a fever-reducing shot. Did she already take any medicine?”

“She did,” Alexander answered coolly. “Doesn’t seem to be working.”

After the injection, the doctor stayed to observe Danielle for a while.

The old lady came upstairs, worry etched in every line of her face.

“What happened? She was fine when we got here, and now it’s gotten this serious?”

Danielle’s voice was faint. “I… my throat was a bit sore this morning.”

Alexander stood by the bed, silent, staring down at her.

“You share a bed with your wife and you didn’t notice she was ill last night?” the old lady demanded sharply.

Danielle hesitated.

Had he really stayed here the whole day? Not gone downstairs once? Maybe, she thought, it was only because of Grandma’s instructions—after all, they still had to pretend for her sake, since the divorce was a secret.

“I’m fine.” Danielle immediately threw back the covers and got out of bed. “Where’s Niki?”

“In her room, playing with her tablet,” Alexander answered evenly.

He looked at Danielle. “It’s late. Why not stay here tonight?”

“No need.” Danielle’s voice was cold. “We don’t have to take this charade that far.”

“I won’t be coming to the house again after this.”

She’d made herself clear enough during the day.

Alexander just stared at her in silence, as taciturn as ever.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door—one of the housekeepers. “Sir, I’ve brought some dinner. Is Mrs. Foster awake?”