The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 927

She packed with a swift, practiced efficiency, as if she had been preparing for this all along.

Halfway through, her phone rang. It was Nash.

Danielle hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Miss Crawford, are... are you okay?" Nash’s voice was cautious. "Mr. Davidson… he has his reasons. Could you please give him another chance?"

Danielle managed a faint smile, her voice calm. "Mr. Langley, I've tried to move on, to forgive what happened in the past. But he hasn't even apologized. How am I supposed to just go to him and say I forgive him, that we should get back together?"

It would make her seem desperate.

She had made her feelings perfectly clear, and Alexander's rejection was just as obvious. Forcing herself back into his life would only be a burden to him.

After hanging up, Danielle placed the last of her clothes in her suitcase and zipped it shut.

She gazed at her sleeping daughter, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Niki," she whispered, "Mommy's taking you home."

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Danielle's flight was in the afternoon, but she had a work meeting first, so she left Niki with the nanny.

At the Aerospace Institute, Danielle sat at the head of the conference table, the technical documents for the drone project spread before her. Her fingers traced the dense columns of data, her focus so intense it seemed to block out the world.

The door opened and Harold walked in with his technical team. His black suit accentuated his tall frame, and his expression was all business; gone was his usual probing and testing, replaced by a cool professionalism.

"Chief Engineer Crawford, thank you for waiting."

After the meeting, they moved to the cafeteria for a working lunch. Over a simple meal, they exchanged a few words about the project, but nothing more.

Once they finished, Danielle stood to leave. "Mr. Chapman, I need to go pack. My flight back to Nexus Prime is this afternoon."

"Of course. Have a safe trip."

Harold rose to see her off. His eyes lingered on her pale face for a moment, but he refrained from saying anything more, simply watching as she walked out of the restaurant.

Danielle stood by the curb waiting for a taxi, unconsciously rubbing the phone case in her hand. It featured a family portrait Niki had drawn, a sight that now felt painfully sharp.

Just then, a white car pulled up nearby, and the door opened. Raffy hopped out.