The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1280

“Let’s give him a normal life. Let him go to school, teach him right from wrong, just like before.”

He paused, then added, “As for his parentage, he already knows the basics. We can tell him the details when he’s a bit older. The important thing is that he knows the Davidson family is his home, and we are his family.”

Danielle’s heart finally settled.

Her biggest fear had been that Alexander would hold a grudge against Raffy because of Harold.

Hearing him say this, her eyes grew slightly misty.

“That’s what I was thinking, too.”

They looked at each other and smiled, and the candlelight in the room seemed to glow a little brighter.

After dinner, Alexander led Danielle out to the terrace. A cool evening breeze swept by.

Just as Danielle was about to speak, the night sky suddenly erupted with a brilliant firework.

The golden-red light illuminated the entire sky, followed by countless more fireworks bursting in succession.

Danielle froze, staring in awe.

Alexander wrapped his arms around her from behind.

He rested his chin in the crook of her neck, his voice raspy with apology.

“I was wrong before. I always tried to carry everything on my own shoulders, to protect you by keeping you behind me. But I forgot to ask if you were tired, forgot to tell you how much I care about you. Those misunderstandings, those missed moments… they made you suffer.”

He tightened his arms, holding her closer.

“Danielle, from now on, I won’t let you face anything alone. Whether it’s raising Raffy or dealing with the turmoil in the Davidson family, we’ll do it together. From now on, just watch me.”

He wanted to atone.

She paused, her gaze heavy as she looked at Danielle.

“When he grows up and puts two and two together, when he realizes he’s living on your charity and has seen the cold shoulders of the Davidson family, there’s no guarantee he won’t grow to resent you. When that happens, who’s to say he won’t turn on you for revenge?”

Danielle looked down at the tea leaves floating in her cup, her fingers tightening slightly.

She had considered these worries, but every time she met Raffy’s terrified, adoring eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to calculate the long-term risks.

Gian, who had been quiet, finally spoke, his voice as light as the tea in his cup.

“Kirsten has a point. You’re raising him, and that’s a kindness, but the things that run in the blood can be unpredictable. It wouldn’t hurt to be a little more cautious from now on.”

Danielle didn’t reply. She simply lifted her cup and took another sip.

The clean bitterness of the tea spread across her tongue, but it couldn’t suppress the sudden astringent feeling rising in her heart.