The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 822

Danielle took a step closer, her eyes locked on his. "Then tell me, is there anyone in this world more suited to be Niki's father than you?"

"Alexander, why are you in such a hurry to find a father for Niki?" she pressed, her gaze frank and direct. A rare boldness surfaced in her as she waited for his answer.

But her words didn't land with warmth. For Alexander, they felt like a lead weight in his gut, stirring a deep, suffocating guilt. He couldn't meet her eyes, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Of course he wanted to be Niki's father. He wanted nothing more than to make up for the years he'd lost, but he hadn't even managed the simple act of being present. He couldn't even protect them. What right did he have to claim that title?

"I…" he started, but his phone buzzed to life, the name ‘Nash Langley' flashing across the screen.

He frowned and answered, his voice regaining its usual composure. "Yes?"

"Mr. Davidson, we have a situation," Nash said, his voice strained. "Can you come by? It's urgent." Alexander could hear a faint commotion in the background.

Alexander's brow furrowed. "Text me the address. I'm on my way."

Without another glance at Danielle, he hung up. "Something urgent came up," he said, turning and walking away so quickly it felt like he was running from something.

Danielle stood frozen, watching his retreating figure, her mind clouded with suspicion. He always did this—used some ‘emergency' as an excuse to run away whenever the conversation turned serious.

She clenched her jaw, turned, and hurried after him. On the street, she flagged down a cab. "See that black Bentley?" she told the driver. "Follow it."

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