The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1183

So what right did he have to refuse such a simple request to get his health checked? He should have been at her beck and call, no matter her reasons, no matter what she asked. After a long silence, Alexander finally spoke. “Okay. Whatever you say.” “Then let’s go to the hospital now,” Danielle said immediately.

“You just woke up and haven’t rested. I’ll go by myself,” Alexander insisted. “I’ll call you when I’m done.” Danielle looked at his determined expression and didn’t push. She knew the pride woven into his very being wouldn’t allow her to see him in a state of weakness. “Fine. Be careful on the way, and call me if anything happens.” Alexander nodded and turned toward his car. Watching his slightly unsteady back, Danielle felt a pang of bitterness and sighed softly.

Not long after Alexander left, Danielle had just returned to her apartment when her uncle, Clyde, called. “Dani, I’m going to the hospital for a follow-up today. Do you want to come along? You could have a doctor look at you too, for those headaches you mentioned.” A thought sparked in Danielle’s mind. “That’s a great idea, Uncle. I’ll head over to meet you now.” This was the perfect opportunity to find out more about Alexander’s condition.

Half an hour later, Danielle was at the hospital with Clyde. After his check-up was finished, she used the excuse of not feeling well to find her way to Dr. Jason Gable’s office. “What brings you here?” Jason asked, a little surprised to see her. “Not feeling well?” “I have a bit of a headache, and I also wanted to ask about Alexander,” Danielle said, getting straight to the point. “He came to the hospital today, so you must have seen him. What’s the real story with his health?”

Jason looked at her, clearly seeing through her excuse. “You already know the basics of his condition. Severe depression on top of a chronic condition from an old injury. He’s been tormented by these things for years. It’s always the same—medication, treatment… it only provides temporary relief. There’s no real cure.” “Why?” Danielle’s heart clenched as she looked at the dense records in his file. “Isn’t there a better treatment plan?”

“The root of his problem isn’t physical, it’s psychological,” Jason said with a hint of helplessness. “He overthinks everything, keeps it all bottled up inside. He can’t let go of his past obsessions, and he can’t untie the knots in his own mind. In a situation like this, even the best medicine is useless. What he needs is a mental release, not just medication.” Danielle fell silent. Jason’s words confirmed her suspicions. Alexander’s illness was, ultimately, a sickness of the heart.

She took a deep breath, as if making a resolution, and looked up at Jason. “All those things you did to help me back then… it was all on Alexander’s orders, wasn’t it?” Jason paused for a second before nodding. “Yes.” “I thought it was strange at the time,” he admitted. “He was clearly so concerned about you, yet he insisted on keeping it a secret and having me act as the intermediary. Thinking back now, he was probably afraid you wouldn’t accept his help, and afraid he couldn't face you himself.”

“He loves you deeply, he just chose the wrong way to protect you,” Jason said, his tone earnest. “As you know, he grew up in a loveless home; no one ever taught him how to love someone. The only thing he could think of, the best he could offer, was what he thought was best—to watch over you from the shadows and clear any obstacles in your path.”