The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1319

He remained silent for a long moment before looking up, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I understand. Thank you, Doctor."

He walked out of the office and stood by the window in the corridor, gazing out into the dark night.

His phone buzzed. It was a message from Charley reporting that Ella hadn't made any unusual moves for the time being.

Alexander's thumb swiped across the screen, lingering on Danielle's name.

He desperately wanted to call her, just to hear her voice.

But in the end, he pocketed his phone.

He didn't want to make her worry.

-

The next day.

Danielle received a call from her mother, urging her to finalize the divorce proceedings.

Danielle stood outside an old, rundown apartment building, staring up at a faded, peeling window without a shred of emotion in her eyes.

This apartment was bought with her mother's life savings. It held the few warm memories she had from her childhood.

But ever since her parents had their falling out, Orson had squatted there, turning the place into a den for his gambling and drinking.

Today, she had to take it back.

Behind her stood a lawyer from a top firm, along with a team of professional eviction personnel.

Danielle took a deep breath, her heels clicking against the concrete as she marched up the stairs.

The narrow stairwell reeked of stale cigarette smoke and mildew. The walls were covered in graffiti, and the concrete steps were chipped and uneven.

When she reached the third floor, raucous shouting and the clinking of beer bottles spilled out from behind a partially open wooden door.

Danielle scowled. She raised her hand and banged hard on the door.

"Who is it?!" came Orson's impatient roar, followed by the sound of stumbling footsteps.

The door was yanked open to reveal Orson. He wore a crumpled tank top, his hair looking like a rat's nest, his eyes heavily bloodshot.

When he saw Danielle standing in the doorway, he paused in surprise before a sleazy grin spread across his face. "Well, well, if it isn't Danielle. What a rare treat. Did you finally come to see your old man?"

Danielle's gaze swept coldly over him before landing on the absolute disaster inside the apartment—

The floor was littered with cigarette butts and empty liquor bottles. Several drunk men were passed out haphazardly on the sofa, and a half-finished game of poker was still set up on the table.

Her scowl deepened. "My mother bought this place, and my name is on the deed. Get your things and get out."

"Your name?" Orson burst out laughing like he had just heard the funniest joke in the world, doubling over. "Danielle, save your breath. Your mother left, which means this place belongs to me. You're just a daughter who married into another family—you're completely useless to me. What right do you have to demand this apartment back?"

"Legally, this place is mine."

Danielle stepped aside, letting the lawyer step forward.

The lawyer produced a folder and held a document right up to Orson's face. "Mr. Crawford, this is the property deed, along with a court eviction order."

"You have three days to vacate these premises."

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