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!”

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

as he spoke, “Curtis, he’s a child. Whatever he did,

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

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

under his belt, he might have looked the part of a mature and steady man, but deep

son. “Apologize,

but a coward in the face of a bigger bully, realized no one there could touch

didn’t catch it Who are you

kid quickly corrected himself. “Ma’am, I’m

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is a young lady, and you, a smelly little teenager, what should you address her?”

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

wasn’t far off.

shouldn’t have done