The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 344

This was the oncology ward—a place where scenes like these were almost routine.

After all, when someone is gravely ill or passes away, it’s always the family left behind who suffer the most.

Danielle sat quietly, her face composed and silent.

Her mind was still swirling with everything that had happened in the hospital room.

It wasn’t just about the room itself; she couldn’t ignore the fact that Baillie and her uncle were both in the same ward, on the same floor. Staying here meant they were bound to run into each other.

She still needed to discuss this with Alexander.

Danielle harbored no illusions about love or lingering affection between them. She was painfully aware that whatever bond might have existed between them had long since faded.

All she asked was that, even as strangers, Alexander could show a shred of conscience, a little basic decency.

But clearly, that was too much to expect from him.

She didn’t dare imagine what would happen if it were her mother who had died—how much more unbearable the humiliation would be.

And what if her uncle, who had lost the love of his life, found himself in the same hospital as the person responsible for that loss? How would he cope with that?

She tried not to let her mind go there.

Her thoughts buzzed and blurred, her head heavy and clouded, as if there was nowhere left to turn and no way out.

She barely registered the doctor speaking nearby; his words washed over her, meaningless.

“All done,” the doctor said at last. “I’ve finished bandaging you up. I just asked the nurse to bring some fever medicine. If that doesn’t bring your temperature down, you’ll need an IV and some stronger medication.”

Danielle lifted her head. “Thank you.”

He gave her a gentle smile. “No need to thank me. Helping people is what doctors do.”

He studied her face for a moment. “You look upset. If you need to talk, I have a few minutes. Just promise me you won’t do anything foolish.”

Danielle understood he meant well. He’d probably witnessed more than his share of tragedies in this place.

It’s not uncommon—when a patient dies, sometimes the grief is too much for the family to bear.

She took a deep breath. “I’m not going to do anything drastic.”

Just… today had been a mess.

The doctor seemed satisfied with her answer.

“Once you’ve taken the medicine, just rest here in my office for a little while. I have to get ready for surgery.”

“There aren’t any spare rooms at the moment, and you really need to rest. Don’t wander around. Wait until your mother comes to pick you up.”

He was thorough, his tone warm and kind.

Danielle nodded. “Thank you, Doctor. I understand.”

As he stood, the doctor glanced back at her. “No matter what you’re going through, you’ll make it out the other side.”

He wore a faint, reassuring smile.

Danielle glanced at the name badge on his white coat.

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