The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1251

After several days of recovery, the gunshot wound on his chest had scabbed over.

Though it still throbbed with a dull ache, he could finally walk again.

His face remained pale, a fine sheen of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

These past few days, he had appeared to be resting quietly, but he was secretly observing everything.

He memorized the guards' shift patterns and pieced together fragments of information from the nurses' idle chatter, eventually pinpointing Danielle's location—a heavily guarded room on the third floor of the same building.

Taking advantage of a gap during the shift change, Alexander slipped past the blind spots of the security cameras and finally made his way to Danielle's door.

He knocked gently.

A faint sound came from within, and the door opened a crack.

Danielle’s face appeared in the opening.

She was wearing a thin hospital gown, her face gaunt and her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

But when she saw Alexander, her pupils contracted.

All the resilience she had clung to instantly crumbled.

Without a word, she lunged forward and threw her arms around him, holding on so tightly it felt as if she were trying to merge herself into his very bones.

Her arms locked around his waist, her face buried in his chest, and the sobs she had suppressed for so long finally broke free.

Alexander’s body went rigid for a moment before he raised a hand to gently pat her back.

He could feel her trembling.

“I’m okay, Danielle,” he said, his voice low and gentle, full of a soothing power.

“I’m really okay.”

The fact that she cared so much for him was a profound honor.

He was a man burdened by sin, but her willingness to forgive him felt like a form of salvation.

“You were shot…” Danielle’s voice was muffled and thick with emotion.

She looked up, her eyes red as she stared at the still-visible gauze on his chest.

“I’ve already sent a message to Sammie. He’ll most likely be there to meet us.”

“We can’t just sit here and wait,” he finished. “We have to make our move.”

Danielle clutched the paper, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She looked at the determination in Alexander’s eyes.

“But your body… shouldn’t you rest for a few more days? I’m afraid you’ll collapse if you push yourself like this.”

Alexander shook his head.

He gently took her hand, his tone grave.

“There’s no time. News that I can walk will reach Lorie’s ears soon enough. She won’t give us much time. Her next move will probably be to force my hand in marriage.”

His fingers were cold, but his gaze was sharp.

“Once we’re out, I’ll contact Calvin immediately.”