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

Chapter 121

The director of hospital had barely settled back into his office after an afternoon meetin

d him, she bolted over, “Uncle.” when he heard the familiar clatter of footsteps in the hallway. Sandra was practically lying in wait outside his door, and as soon as she spotted

The director didn’t seem thrilled to see her, “What are you doing here again, Sandra? Haven’t I told you not to come around if it isn’t important?”

“I’ve been listening, I swear. Haven’t come by in days. But today, Uncle, I’ve really got some big news for you.”

Sandra shamelessly followed him into his office, and as soon as the door shut, she blurted out, “Leanne and Curtis have really gotten divorced this time. They went to the city hall this morning and made it official.”

The director raised an eyebrow, his face a picture of contemplation, “Serious?”

“Cross my heart. I heard it straight from her.”

“That’s got nothing to do with you.” The director was wary, though. After all, he had no beef with Leanne and didn’t see the point in risking the Richardson family’s ire over a minor squabble with a small-time doctor.

“Just keep your nose clean, will you? And stop pestering her. I don’t need any more headaches.”

“But,” Sandra pleaded, her voice edging toward desperation, “Now that she’s divorced and without any backing, can’t you just get her to give back my promotion spot?”

on the desk with a force that made Sandra jump, “Give it back to you? Do you think promotions are a game? Or are you trying to say you didn’t cause

Sandra shrank

here and go back

“Uncle…”

glare that sent her stomping out of the office

in full swing, and Joy had ditched her co-workers’ party

with great difficulty. The tree was grand, adorned with all kinds of baubles that kept falling off

is lucky to have you,” Leanne panted.

I just landed him

the car Leanne, trying out a new recipe, had prepared a lasagna that was, well, questic te

is lasagna and not a stack of wet rags?” Joy couldn’t help but comment

it really that bad? I

say when you’re starving, even

both generous

with a smile.

to that.”

first drinks when the doorbell rang insistently. Joy hopped

opened the door, she immediately tried to slam it shut again, only to have the visitor wedge their foot in the crack, persistently pushing

cried out, grimacing in