The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1014

Alexander looked at Danielle in silence. Ignoring her resistant gaze, he bent down and swept her up into his arms.

Caught completely off guard, Danielle instinctively grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket. A sharp gasp escaped her as the pulling pain in her abdomen intensified, leaving her without the strength to even struggle.

She could feel the power in Alexander’s arms and smell the faint scent of cedarwood on him—the same cologne she had once loved, which now only served to throw her heart into further turmoil.

“Put me down… Just call an ambulance. You need to go to Lorie…” she gritted out, her voice barely a whisper.

His face was like stone. He glanced down at her, saying nothing as he carried her straight toward the elevator.

The surrounding engineers and staff exchanged uneasy looks, but no one dared to speak. They had never seen Mr. Davidson look so grim, and the pressure in the air around him was suffocating.

Inside the elevator, the confined space was thick with the sound of their breathing.

Danielle rested in Alexander’s arms, trembling from the pain, her cold sweat soaking the front of his shirt.

She turned her head away, unwilling to look at his face, but his steady heartbeat thudded in her ear, making her already jumbled thoughts even more hazy.

She didn’t understand. He was supposed to go to Lorie. Lorie was also facing the pain of losing a child. Why was he bothering with her?

The car was already waiting downstairs. When Nash saw Alexander emerge carrying Danielle, he immediately opened the rear door.

Alexander bent down and carefully placed Danielle in the back seat before getting in beside her. “Central Hospital,” he told the driver in a low, urgent tone. “And step on it.”

The car sped down the street, the city lights blurring past the window.

Danielle curled up on the seat, her hands pressed tightly against her stomach, the pain so intense that the veins at her temples throbbed.

Alexander sat beside her in silence. He took out a tissue and gently wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

“What happened? Where is the discomfort?” the doctor asked while performing a preliminary check.

“My abdomen… it’s a pulling pain…” Danielle said with difficulty as she lay on the gurney.

“Let’s get an ultrasound and a blood test, stat,” the doctor ordered, and a nurse quickly wheeled Danielle toward the examination rooms.

Alexander stood at the entrance to the ER, watching until the gurney disappeared down the hall. Only then did he let out a slow breath and rub his throbbing temples.

He pulled out his phone, intending to call Lorie and explain, but saw that his screen was filled with her missed calls and texts. The messages, which had started as pleas, had slowly turned into accusations.

He frowned and sent a message to Nash: “Go to Lorie’s ward. Keep her calm and report back to me with any updates.”

After sending it, he shoved the phone back into his pocket. His gaze remained fixed on the direction of the examination rooms, an unfamiliar anxiety churning inside him.