The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1091

Just then, Nash came over to tell Danielle she was needed. The buzz from the bidding hall was a faint murmur through the closed doors. Danielle followed Nash down the hallway, her steps unconsciously softening. Nash didn't say much, just stopped in front of an unremarkable lounge door. He knocked gently before turning and walking away.

Taking a deep breath, Danielle pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit by a single wall sconce. Alexander was sitting on the sofa by the window, his back to her, a picture of loneliness. Compared to the dinner party the night before, it was as if all his vitality had been drained overnight. His face was so pale it was almost translucent, and the dark circles under his eyes were more pronounced.

Danielle’s heart tightened, and the words she’d been about to say caught in her throat. She looked at him, her lips parting, but all that came out was a hesitant, 'You…' As she faltered, Rebecca’s words suddenly echoed in her mind—his depression is severe. Yes, he was sick.

In the face of that word, all their past grievances and misunderstandings seemed to shrink in importance. There was no point in holding a grudge against someone battling an illness alone. He looked like he could disappear at any moment, just walk away and never come back. A sharp pang shot through Danielle's heart.

'Alexander, are you okay?' she asked, her tone softening with a concern she hadn't realized was there. Alexander slowly lifted his head. His dark eyes, devoid of any emotion, met hers. 'Yes, I'm fine,' he answered flatly. But Danielle could see he was anything but fine. His voice was raw and dry, and his breathing was shallow and hurried.

'The 07 fighter jet project holds too many state secrets,' Alexander said, his voice low and grave. 'After my professor died, everyone who worked on the core development, everyone who knows about this data, became a target.' He paused, his gaze locking with hers. 'And you are one of them.'

Danielle's heart plummeted, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the papers. She had always been aware of her abilities and knew that valuable people in the tech field often faced greater risks. Over the years, she had never truly abandoned her profession. Even during her time as a homemaker, she had diligently kept up with the latest technological advancements, never allowing herself to fall behind.