Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 22

Unlike Curtis, who had no qualms about making a scene, she was the type to exact her revenge in whispers and shadows.

After all, they were guests in the Perez family, and causing a ruckus wouldn’t reflect well on their hosts. Jennifer would certainly chew her out for not calming things down.

She had barely taken a few steps when Curtis pulled her aside with a firm grip around her waist. “Stand back.”

The kid’s mother had arrived, wailing and lunging forward like a scene from a soap opera, only to be stopped by Billy. She shouted, “Murder! Help! Save my boy!”

The crowd was buzzing with concern and admonishment. “Mr. Curtis, come on, he’s just a kid. What are you trying to prove?”

“Yeah, let’s talk this out, man.”

Jennifer’s face was a storm cloud of disapproval. “Curtis, what the hell are you doing?”

Curtis arched an eyebrow with irritating nonchalance, swinging the little brat by the collar. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m dispensing a bit of rough justice.”

Seeing not even Jennifer could rein him in, the parents turned to Hubert, the eldest elder, with tear-streaked faces. “Mr. Hubert, you have to help us, please!”

of the man, picking on a child

he spoke, “Curtis, he’s a child. Whatever he did, put him down.”

Kids will be kids. There’s no need for you to step in. Just sit back and enjoy the show. But watch your step around the pool. We wouldn’t want you

you could never pin him down

part of a mature

and at his wit’s end, Billy scolded his son. “Apologize,

coward in the face of a bigger bully, realized no one there could touch Curtis. Sniffling and sobbing, he relented, “I’m sorry, sir!”

deafness. “Sorry, I didn’t catch it Who are you

kid quickly corrected himself.

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a young lady,

soon to be twenty-six, being

wasn’t far off.

Mrs. Richardson. I shouldn’t have done that