The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 586

After all, raising a child is the greatest investment anyone can make, and both of them had poured their hearts into Raffy.

But among the wealthy and powerful, blood ties mattered more than anything.

If, in the end, there was no true blood connection, then even the child who had always been considered “family”—even if it had all been a lie—could still be raised as their own.

Raffy's small face had gone completely pale, his whole body trembling as he stood there, unable to utter a single word.

He kept muttering under his breath, “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to…”

Niki’s voice rang out, sharp with accusation. “You did it on purpose! I was standing there just fine, and you rushed over and pushed me!”

Alexander remained stone-faced throughout, his presence colder than ever.

Danielle’s lips parted, about to say something, when suddenly a car came barreling toward them, headlights glaring harshly in the darkness.

The car sped straight for her and Niki, the intent unmistakable.

Danielle didn’t hesitate—she swept her daughter into her arms, holding her tight as she moved to the side.

Alexander’s eyes flashed dangerously.

As Danielle hurried away, she felt a force shove her roughly from behind—someone had pushed her and Niki out of harm’s way.

They tumbled into the grass at the edge of the sidewalk, but that was what saved them from being hit.

Leanne’s eyes glinted with icy resolve as she clutched Raffy and climbed into the waiting car, which sped away without a backward glance.

Danielle scrambled up from the grass, her first instinct to check Niki for injuries.

Niki was trembling uncontrollably, her tiny body wracked by fear.

Two brushes with disaster in a single night—no matter how brave, any child would be terrified.

Let alone someone as young as her.

Just then, Alexander gently but firmly took Niki from Danielle’s arms.

Danielle immediately looked up, ready to snatch her daughter back.

But Alexander had already sat down on the curb, settling Niki on his knee. With practiced hands, he tore a strip from his shirt sleeve and began wrapping Niki’s bleeding leg.

His expression was grave, brows drawn tight in concentration.

Watching him, Danielle felt her throat tighten. She wanted to say something—anything—but no words came.

Niki looked up at her father with wide, uncertain eyes, biting her lower lip to keep from crying.

“Does it hurt?” Alexander asked quietly.

Niki had always prided herself on being tough, but hearing her father’s gentle question, she felt her eyes and nose sting with tears.

Before she knew it, hot tears were streaming down her cheeks.

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