The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 693

Nash drew a deep breath, as if about to speak, but finally closed his mouth again. At this hour, there was nothing he could say—Alexander wouldn’t listen.

Now that he was chairman of the guild, he was busier than ever before; there was barely a moment to catch his breath.

He needed real power in his hands, or he’d never be able to hold his ground, let alone face off against those people.

The truth was, after all these years, he had always been alone. Behind him, there’d never been anyone else—the entire Davidson family was just him.

Jake’s position looked impressive on the surface, but he never lifted a finger for the family. He kept himself squeaky clean, never involving himself in family affairs.

That so-called privileged background was just a title—nothing more.

Whenever the company ran into trouble, there was no one to turn to. When they were teetering on the brink of bankruptcy, Jake didn’t even blink.

Alexander had clawed the Davidson family back from the edge of ruin, one glass of whiskey at a time—drinking himself into a hospital bed with a bleeding stomach, but never giving up.

The old man and Mrs. Davidson knew all of this in their hearts, which was why, when Mr. Davidson tried to hand the family business to Nathan, Mrs. Davidson adamantly refused.

Only Alexander knew what shape the family business was really in now. No one else had a clue.

And Nash—he’d been at Alexander’s side for many, many years.

From youth, when Alexander was still naïve, up until now.

Even he had been kept in the dark about how cold Alexander could be with his wife and daughter.

He’d been unfair to Danielle, too—falling for the rumors, believing she was nothing more than an opportunist.

It was only when the truth finally came out that Nash realized Alexander had been struggling alone in the mire all this time.

He only wanted to stand alone, never letting his family get tangled up in his battles.

Nash’s heart twisted tight with worry.

He couldn’t persuade Alexander. All he could do was hope that, in the end, things would find some resolution.

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Nash didn’t linger in the office. Instead, he turned and left, heading out to prepare some medicine.

The hours crawled on. By the time lunch came around, there was still no sign Alexander would emerge.

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