The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 924

On pure instinct, she yanked the IV needle from the back of her hand.

"Hey! You're not done with that!" a nurse called out.

Danielle ignored her, rushing out of the room.

Blood beaded from the puncture wound on her hand, but she didn't feel it, her eyes fixed on the elevator's illuminated numbers as they descended: 5, 4, 3…

When the doors opened again, she lunged inside and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

The reflective surface of the elevator showed her pale face, her hair a mess, and her eyes bloodshot from the fever. She looked like an intruder.

She took a deep breath, telling herself it had to be a misunderstanding. Maybe Lorie was just here for a regular check-up. But the words 'Obstetrics and Gynecology' were a thorn twisting in her chest.

On the fifth floor, the hallway was silent except for the light at the nurses' station.

Danielle walked down the corridor and saw their figures disappear into an examination room at the far end.

Just as she started to follow, a voice called out from behind her. "Miss, wait!"

Danielle stopped and turned to see the nurse from downstairs running toward her, holding the IV bag. "You can't just pull out your IV like that!" she chided. "It's not finished yet. That's very dangerous!"

"Your fever hasn't broken. You need to go back and finish the infusion."

"I…" Danielle stared at the closed door, but the nurse blocked her path. "I'll go back in a minute. I have something urgent…"

"Absolutely not!" The nurse was firm, reaching for her arm. "You can't leave in your condition. What if something happens? I've already called your doctor; he's on his way."

Danielle looked at the nurse's unyielding expression, then back at the closed examination room door, feeling trapped and suffocated.

She knew that barging in would accomplish nothing but her own humiliation.

But Alexander and Lorie at an OB-GYN clinic, Lorie's protective gesture over her stomach, Alexander's gentle reassurance—the images replayed in her mind, chilling her to the bone.

Danielle stood frozen, the sight before her squeezing the air from her lungs, the pain so sharp she could hardly breathe.

The puncture on her hand was still oozing blood, but she felt nothing. The heat from her fever seemed to vanish, replaced by a profound, icy coldness.

The nurse followed her gaze, startled, then lowered her voice. "Miss, do you know them?"

Danielle didn't answer. She just shook her head and turned, letting the nurse guide her back toward the infusion room.

Her feet felt like lead, each step a confirmation that something inside her was crumbling.

Back in her chair, the nurse reinserted the needle. "You can't pull this one out," she warned. "And after the drip is finished, you need another check-up."

Danielle nodded numbly, her mind elsewhere.

She stared at the IV fluid, watching it fall drop by drop, her mind replaying the scene in the hospital hallway over and over again.