The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1232

“He’s the safest person to protect you,” Sammie explained. “Besides, you don’t look like you want to see me anyway.” Without another word, he turned to Lamont. “Take care of Miss Rebecca. Don’t leave her side for a second. Report anything unusual to me immediately.”

“Yes, Mr. Sammie,” Lamont replied dutifully. Sammie gave Rebecca one last look, his eyes filled with a host of unspoken emotions. Then, without saying more, he turned and strode away, his footsteps echoing down the hall before vanishing into the darkness.

Rebecca stared at the empty corridor, a suffocating tightness in her chest. She let out a soft, bitter laugh that only she could hear. “What a noble excuse.” She saw right through him. He was just trying to keep his distance, probably to avoid upsetting his beautiful fiancée. Putting on a respectable front while trying to wash his hands of her—what a hypocrite.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the city, the sterile, suffocating scent of antiseptic filled every inch of the hospital room. Harold stood at the doorway, his gaze fixed on the man lying in the bed. On the morning of the fifth day, a faint tremor disturbed the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Alexander’s eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened.

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