The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1009

“What should we do then? Should we adjust our strategy to deal with Harold first?” Nash asked.

“No need,” Alexander said, shaking his head. “The 07 fighter jet project is our core advantage. It won’t be so easy for Harold to compete with that.”

“Go back and arrange a senior management meeting for this afternoon to discuss our response. And accelerate our coordination with our government partners. Don’t give Harold any openings.”

“Understood, Mr. Davidson.” Nash nodded and turned to leave.

Alexander strode toward the hospital exit, his steps steady. But as he passed the end of the corridor where Danielle had disappeared, his pace faltered for a moment.

He instinctively glanced in that direction. The hallway was empty, the air filled only with the smell of antiseptic.

An empty, tightening sensation suddenly gripped his heart. A feeling of unease washed over him, growing stronger by the second.

“Mr. Davidson, the car is ready,” Nash’s voice called from the entrance.

Alexander tore his gaze away, took a deep breath to suppress the complex emotions churning inside him, and walked toward the door. The car pulled away from the hospital, heading for NextCore.

Meanwhile, Danielle had already entered the doctor's office with her test results. After reviewing the papers, the doctor nodded. “All your levels are normal. We can schedule the procedure.”

“When would you like to schedule it for?”

Danielle sat in the chair, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the hem of her shirt as a wave of indecision washed over her.

The line went silent for a few seconds, then Vivian’s shocked voice came through. “Pregnant? Whose is it?”

Danielle’s fingertips trembled slightly as she answered softly, “Alexander’s.”

“Alexander’s?” Vivian’s voice shot up, laced with disbelief. “Does he know? Have you told him?”

“He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t need to,” Danielle said calmly. “Even if I told him, the outcome would be the same. He has Lorie now, and she’s pregnant too, isn’t she?”

Vivian paused, then sighed, her voice full of resignation. “Oh, honey. How did you get tangled up with him again? When you got divorced, didn’t you say you were going to make a clean break from him?”

Danielle didn’t speak, merely looking up at the clouds drifting in the sky, a sour feeling rising in her chest. She hadn’t wanted to get involved with Alexander either, but fate had a cruel sense of humor, always pushing them back together when she least expected it.