The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1224

Her foot slipped, and they both collapsed into a heavy heap in the snow. The frigid powder instantly soaked through their clothes, a biting cold that she barely registered. She scrambled up and crawled to Alexander’s side, her fingers fumbling as she tore open his blood-soaked jacket. The wound was still bleeding profusely, staining a large patch of snow crimson.

Alexander’s face was as pale as paper, utterly devoid of color. His limbs were terrifyingly stiff, and his breathing was so shallow it was almost undetectable. Staring at the shocking red and the lifeless face of the man before her, the terror and despair that had been building inside her finally broke. She could no longer hold it back. Clutching his body, she began to sob uncontrollably. The wind howled, carrying her cries away.

The snow in the lee of the ice cliff was as cold as iron. Holding Alexander’s cooling body, Danielle was consumed by a tidal wave of helplessness and despair. It was just like when she had lost her daughter in her past life—a feeling of her heart being crushed by an invisible hand, a pain that numbed her until even breathing felt heavy and difficult. Fate was always so cruel, pushing the most important people in her life to the edge of an abyss while she could only stand by, powerless to even reach out.

She trembled as she tore open her backpack, her first-aid kit spilling onto the snow. Antiseptic, gauze, and cotton pads scattered around them. Ignoring the piercing cold that had turned her fingertips purple, she worked on instinct, clumsily trying to dress the wound on his chest. The blood gushed, soaking through layer after layer of gauze. Her tears fell onto the dressing, mixing with the blood, chilling her to the bone.

She fumbled for her phone. Seeing a faint bar of signal, she tearfully dialed Rebecca’s number. “Rebecca! Help him! He’s been shot! The bleeding won’t stop!” Her words were a jumbled, panicked mess. “We’re on the Antarctic ice field, I don’t know what to do!” Rebecca’s voice on the other end was calm and steady, guiding her step-by-step on where to apply pressure to stop the bleeding and telling her to use the hemostatic agent from the kit.

Danielle followed her instructions with frantic, clumsy movements. Her hands shook so badly that she could barely open the vial of medicine. But the man lying in the snow remained lifeless. His face was as white as the snow itself, his lips tinged with blue, and his limbs were frighteningly rigid. The rise and fall of his chest was almost imperceptible. Danielle reached out, her fingers trembling as she checked for breath at his nose. All she felt was ice. She couldn’t tell if it was the stillness of death or just the product of the frozen wasteland they were in.

Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, freezing into tiny beads the moment they hit the snow. She knelt there, holding Alexander, her shoulders shaking violently, but no sound came out. The wind roared on, whipping ice particles against her face like a thousand tiny knives. But she felt nothing, only the vast, cold emptiness in her heart.

“Don’t panic,” Rebecca said. “Listen to me carefully. Panicking won’t do any good right now. You need to keep him as warm as you can. Don’t let his body get completely cold.” Rebecca’s voice was firm. “You’re his only hope right now. You’re the most important thing. If you do this right, he still has a chance.”