The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1161

Danielle's brow furrowed, her fingertips tightening instinctively. Lorie had just voiced the very question that had been lingering in Danielle's own mind, a question she never felt she had the right to ask.

Alexander's gaze swept over Lorie's tear-streaked face, his eyes turning as dark and cold as a bottomless abyss.

Lorie took a deep, shuddering breath and wiped at her tears. "Alexander, even if you only have eyes for Danielle now, even if you're determined to protect her, I was once carrying your child!"

"How can you be so heartless and cruel? Won't you even say a single word of justice for me?"

Her voice, thick with sobs, sounded piteous and aggrieved. To anyone who didn't know the truth, it was easy to feel a pang of sympathy.

The low murmurs in the conference hall started up again, and many of the glances directed at Alexander were now tinged with judgment and accusation. Regardless of whether Danielle was involved in the miscarriage, the label of a man who seduces and abandons women would inevitably tarnish Alexander's reputation.

Danielle stood to the side, watching Lorie's tearful performance not with anger, but with a strange, detached calm. She knew Lorie's tactics all too well: when you can't win, play the victim; when you're cornered, weaponize emotions. She just never imagined Lorie would stoop to such a despicable method.

Alexander's expression remained unchanged. There was no anger, no guilt—it was as if Lorie were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Kirsten felt utterly sick of it. My god, how could this woman be so shameless? She started to move forward to say something, but Gian gently pulled her back.

"What are you stopping me for?" Kirsten demanded, looking at him.

"It's not our place to interfere," Gian said quietly. "Just watch. He'll handle it."

If Alexander couldn't resolve something like this, Gian thought, then he wasn't as capable as everyone believed.

Just then, Alexander slowly rose to his feet. An oppressive aura radiated from him, instantly silencing the room.

"First," he began, his voice low and resonant, "the child in your belly was never mine."

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