The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1303

Alexander gave a faint nod and let his eyes slip shut once more, his chest barely rising and falling.

Danielle didn't dare move an inch. She remained kneeling on the bathroom tiles, clinging to his hand like it was her only lifeline.

A few agonizing minutes later, a soft knock echoed from the front door.

Danielle scrambled to her feet and sprinted to the entryway. She threw open the door to find Rebecca standing on the porch, a medical bag slung over her shoulder and a grim expression on her face.

"Where is he?" Rebecca asked, keeping her voice strictly to a whisper.

"In the master bathroom. He regained consciousness for a minute, but he passed out again."

Danielle ushered her inside, pushing the door shut behind her. "Keep your voice down. The kids are asleep."

Rebecca gave a curt nod and strode purposefully down the hall.

She dropped to her knees beside Alexander and immediately set to work. She checked his pulse, peeled back his eyelids to check his pupils, and listened to his breathing, her frown deepening with every passing second.

Danielle stood rigidly in the doorway, too terrified to even take a full breath. She watched Rebecca's every micro-expression, bracing herself for the worst.

After what felt like an eternity, Rebecca rocked back on her heels and stood up. She shot Danielle a meaningful look and jerked her head toward the living room.

Danielle's stomach plummeted, but she forced her panic down and followed the doctor out into the living area.

"It's not good, Danielle."

Rebecca's voice was deadly serious. "His body is entirely run down from chronic overwork and severe mental stress. He just experienced acute stress syncope."

"Combine that with the residual trauma from his old injuries, and his immune system is completely shot. If he keeps pushing himself like this, the consequences are going to be catastrophic."

Danielle's knees buckled. She swayed heavily, barely catching herself on the arm of the sofa.

She gripped the upholstery to keep herself upright. "What do we do? How do we fix this?"

"I'm going to give him an injection to stabilize his vitals and bring his fever down. I'll leave some prescriptions, too."

Rebecca unzipped her medical bag and swiftly prepared a syringe. "But this is just a band-aid. It doesn't fix the underlying problem."

"Danielle, he needs rest. I'm talking absolute, uninterrupted bed rest."

"No stressful phone calls, no late-night meetings, zero pressure. If he doesn't stop, his heart is simply going to give out."

The brutal honesty hit Danielle like a physical blow, stealing the air from her lungs.

Rest? Complete rest?

How on earth was that supposed to happen right now?

The Jamison family threat was neutralized, but the foreign operatives were still circling. Harold's loyalists were still hiding in the woodwork, Ninesky's massive international merger was in its final stages, and the patriarch required constant maneuvering.

Every single one of those crisis points relied entirely on Alexander's command.

Yet, if he kept going, it was going to kill him.

Danielle squeezed her eyes shut.

"I understand."

"Leave the medication. I'll take over his care from here."

"Thank you for coming, Rebecca."

"If you keep pushing like this, your heart is going to fail."

Alexander's fingers tightened marginally around the glass. He met her gaze, his eyes still shadowed with dark circles, but completely lucid. "I'm well aware."

Aware? How could he not be?

For weeks now, he had been fighting through brutal dizzy spells and a crushing tightness in his chest. He had just brutally suppressed the symptoms, refusing to worry her and absolutely refusing to let his corporate enemies see a single drop of weakness.

Danielle stared at him, her lips pressing into a thin, grim line as a wave of absolute helplessness washed over her.

She understood the terrifying position he was in better than anyone.

But his mortal body simply couldn't withstand the punishment anymore.

"You know exactly what the stakes are right now."

Alexander set the water glass back on the nightstand. "The foreign operatives are waiting for a moment of weakness. Harold's loyalists are plotting their next move, and Ninesky's international merger is entering its final, most critical phase."

"I cannot afford to tap out right now."

Danielle's heart plummeted.

She knew he was completely right. But if he went back to the office today, it would be a death sentence.

She stared at his pale, gaunt face and the exhaustion haunting his eyes. Unable to take it for another second, she leaned down and wrapped her arms fiercely around his neck.

She buried her face against the crook of his neck, her voice breaking on a choked sob. "Alexander, you're so tired. You're just so incredibly tired."

Her embrace was incredibly warm, carrying the soothing, familiar scent of her perfume. It acted like an instant sedative, immediately taking the edge off the jagged anxiety and exhaustion tearing at his chest.