The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1283

There was a time they held a very low opinion of Alexander.

They saw him as cold and obsessive, a man who had trapped Danielle by his side, giving her a life of luxury but also an ocean of tears and grievances.

But now, seeing how deeply he cared for her, seeing the unconscious reliance in Danielle's eyes, what could they possibly say?

Matters of the heart are known only to those who feel them.

Since Danielle had chosen to let him back into her life, all they could do as friends was offer their silent blessings.

The examination was over quickly.

The results showed no serious injuries, just a mild concussion that required two days of observation in the hospital.

Alexander let out a breath of relief.

He personally escorted Danielle back to her room and carefully tucked her in.

Only then did he turn to Gian and Kirsten, who were standing by the door.

He gave them a slight nod. "Thank you both for today."

Gian gave a curt nod in return.

"It was nothing."

"You should stay with her. We'll head back now," Kirsten added, waving at Danielle with a smile.

"Get some rest. Call us if you need anything."

Danielle smiled and agreed, watching them disappear down the hall before turning back to Alexander.

He was sitting in the chair by her bed, gently holding her hand.

Meanwhile, Gian and Kirsten walked side by side down the long hospital corridor.

The hallway was bustling with people and filled with a cacophony of sounds, but a heavy silence hung between the two of them.

"I can't believe they actually got back together," Gian said finally, his voice tinged with emotion.

Before her mother had passed away, her grandmother would constantly show up demanding money.

If refused, she would throw a tantrum, making a public scene and causing her mother endless grief.

Every penny went to Kirsten's uncle, her mother's brother.

She had treated her mother like a personal bank for him.

"What are you doing here?" Kirsten's voice was ice-cold, devoid of any warmth.

Her grandmother's eyes lit up as she scanned Kirsten's elegant dress and air of affluence.

She rushed forward, reaching to grab Kirsten's arm, her voice greedy and urgent.

"Why can't I be here? I've been looking all over for you! Now that you've made it big, living in a mansion and driving fancy cars, you think you can just forget about your old grandma?"

"Quick, give me some money. My luck's been bad lately, and I've lost quite a bit."