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

Chapter 199

“Huh?” The intern was flummoxed.

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She hadn’t even considered it because the rumor mill at the hospital had churned out tales of Leanne’s husband being a short, balding man with a beer gut, the proverbial toad with a lily pad.

And word was they were already divorced.

Fearing Curtis would linger and blurt out something else, Leanne took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady and calm as she enunciated each word.

“You can leave now. More patients are waiting, so please don’t waste everyone’s time.”

Wearing a look of concern, Curtis asked her, “So, Dr. Castillo, do you think there’s a cure for my condition?”

Leanne wanted to tell him his condition was fatal and he would drop dead.

Before she could speak, Curtis added, “If there was no cure, I might need to come for more check-ups.”

Leanne bit back her frustration and shouted, “There’s no disease in this world that’s 100% incurable.”

Curtis wasn’t entirely happy with the answer, but it wasn’t a death sentence either. One percent chance was still a chance.

Though she spoke out of sheer necessity, her words were out there, and she couldn’t go. back on them.

was a hint of reluctance as he stood up. That

be going then?” he said.

eyelids lifted just enough to shoot him a glance that

Scram.

left in a surprisingly good

the door shut, the confused intern approached

Castillo, you think that

last appointment, it was past noon. Leanne massaged her shoulders as she stepped out of the clinic, only to spot a conspicuous figure sitting at

and told the intern, who hadn’t noticed yet. “Go grab

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stuff to take care of.”

intern said without suspicion, “Okay,” and

turned and headed in the opposite direction, through the corridor and the waiting room, until she reached the secluded emergency exit on the west side. She slipped

at a relaxed pace, pushing open the door only to take

nor dodged but leaned against the wall, taking the solid beating that allowed her to vent her anger. His neatly pressed suit trousers bore the marks

shoes.

“Easy the

said. “You’ll hurt your hand.”

was livid. “Can’t you stop interfering with my work? I’m on the

my messages, and won’t talk to me. If you keep this up, I’ll go insane,” Curtis said, wrapping an arm around