The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1274

Raffy’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. He stared at the seals on the gate and the chaos in the yard, feeling the world spin as a immense sense of helplessness washed over him. He didn’t know where to go or who to turn to. After a long moment, he remembered something and tugged on Julia’s sleeve, his voice as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz. “Julia… can I borrow a hundred dollars? I want to take a taxi.” He didn’t know where he was going, but he couldn’t bear to walk anymore. His legs ached, and so did his heart.

Seeing his pathetic state, Julia’s heart ached for him. With a sigh, she took five hundred dollars from her wallet and pressed it into his hand. “Take this, child. Buy yourself something to eat. Take good care of yourself.” With that, she picked up her suitcase and walked away without looking back.

Raffy clutched the money, the bills still warm from Julia’s palm. He stood at the empty gate, watching her figure disappear into the distance, and the tears he’d been holding back finally fell. He hailed a taxi on the roadside and gave an address—Davidson Manor. He remembered Harold telling him that Alexander was his uncle. Although his dad and uncle didn’t get along, he was desperate now and had no choice but to seek him out.

The taxi sped along and soon arrived at the gates of Davidson Manor. Unlike the Chapman Estate, this place was as grand as ever, with uniformed staff standing meticulously at the entrance. Raffy got out of the car, clutching the few remaining bills in his hand. He walked timidly to the gate and said softly, “I’m looking for my uncle, Alexander.”

The servant at the gate looked him up and down and recognized him as the Chapman child. His expression instantly turned cold. He took a step back, eyeing Raffy warily. “The master is not here. You should leave. This is not a place for you.”

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