The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 397

Vivian’s voice crackled through the phone, anxious and strained.

Normally, no matter the situation, her mother could always keep her composure. For her to sound this desperate now, something must have gone terribly wrong.

As soon as Danielle hung up, she hurried out, weaving through the hallway with quick, determined steps.

Turning a corner, she collided headlong with someone.

“I’m so sorry!” she blurted, barely slowing down as she apologized and rushed off.

“Miss Crawford? Is something wrong? Do you need any help?” A familiar voice called after her.

Danielle froze, turning back to see Dr. Jason Gable.

“Dr. Gable?”

Maybe she was grasping at straws, but in that moment, seeing a doctor felt like an anchor—any doctor might have the answer she desperately needed.

She quickly explained her uncle’s condition.

“It’s actually my specialty,” Jason replied. “I just got back from overseas and brought with me some new treatments. If you don’t mind, I could take a look?”

Danielle didn’t hesitate.

Compassion was a physician’s duty, after all.

Jason accompanied her straight to the hospital.

Cancer pain was merciless. To make matters worse, her uncle’s high blood pressure would spike with the agony, pushing him into dangerous territory.

By the time Danielle arrived, her uncle was just being wheeled out of the emergency room.

Vivian’s face was slick with cold sweat, her whole body trembling and weak. She looked completely lost.

“Mom.” Danielle wrapped her arms around her mother, gently patting her back. “It’s going to be okay—Uncle’s always been strong, he’ll pull through this. We all will.”

She wasn’t sure if she was comforting her mother or herself.

The material was thorough, almost too perfect—like it had been prepared in advance.

She looked up at him, suspicion flickering in her eyes.

“These records… it’s quite the coincidence—”

Her uncle’s case matched almost exactly, as if these files were drawn up just for him.

Jason smiled reassuringly. “It really is fate. These are my cases from abroad. And just after I returned, I ran into you and your uncle.”

He met her gaze. “I remember seeing you that day at the hospital—how distressed you looked. And then we kept running into each other.”

There was no denying the strange twist of fate between them.

Last time, during the thunderstorm, he’d given her a ride. He’d left before she could even thank him, and now it seemed awkward to bring it up.

But Danielle found herself speaking anyway. “I never got to thank you for helping me during that downpour. It feels like every time something happens, you’re there to help.”