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

Chapter 147

Leanne sighed, “I can never pin down when I’ll get off work, Mary. Don’t wait for me.”

“That’s non-negotiable,” Mary retorted with a twinkle in her eye, “I need to share a meal with you to enjoy my food.”

In the days that followed, like clockwork, Mary showed up every noon, waiting to have lunch with Leanne. She’d pop into the ophthalmology clinic under pretense and occasionally joined Sarah who’d drop by with some afternoon tea treats. But Leanne, ever the busy bee, couldn’t always break away for a chat.

Leanne was running late that particular evening. When she finally made it to Mary’s ward, she stumbled upon the Richardson brothers, Curtis and Phillip, amid a gentle argument.

Phillip was trying to reason with Mary. “The doctor said you’re stable and can go home.”

you ‘high’

“I’m not going anywhere,” Mary huffed, “Who says I’m stable? Just wait. I’ll show in a moment.”

“Playing hooky, aren’t you?” Curtis interrupted with a smirk, “You’re all better, and you won’t go home? Why squat here at the hospital?”

“I’m perfectly fine here. Why should I leave?” Mary grumbled, “Is it the hospital bill? Are you boys really that stingy?”

Phillip looked helplessly resigned.

Curtis clicked his tongue. “What’s the deal? Have you secretly bought shares in the hospital? Or is it that old gent from next door who keeps chatting you up?”

fruit bowl and lobbed it

caught the grape effortlessly and popped it into his mouth. “Careful, or Grandpa might

hand wavered, threatening to

transformed into a sweet smile. “Want a grape, dear? They’re

stepped in and nodded

tipped his head in

the only one you can see, huh? When did I become invisible?”

took a grape from the bowl Mary was holding, tasting

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should head home now that you’re better. The hospital’s a breeding ground for germs and the flu’s spreading. Even some of

sentence weighed more than the brothers’

and Phillip headed towards the car. Leanne waved them goodbye before turning to leave.

behind, the night’s inky darkness cloaking him. He watched

drive you,” Curtis offered.

to refuse, but he cut her off with a lazy glance. “Say no, and I’ll call Grandma

“You’re impossible.”

shrugged, content to play

with the recent ordeal involving Derek still fresh