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!”

harsh look. The nerve of the man, picking on a child and doing

he’s a child. Whatever he did,

with sarcasm. “Mr. Hubert, I’m a big kid, too. 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

always a loose cannon, you could never pin him down or control him.

part of a mature and steady man, but deep down, he was still the same

end, Billy scolded his son. “Apologize, damn it! Just say sorry, and

of a bigger bully, realized no one there

catch it Who are you

corrected himself.

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Chapter 22

do you mean, huh?” Curtis was still not satisfied. “My wife is a young lady, and

at twenty-five, soon to be twenty-six, being called ‘ma’am’

wasn’t far off.

done