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

Chapter 210

Like a chain shackled to Joy’s ankle, no matter how far she ventured or how high she climbed, the end of the year always dragged her back to where she started, to face the

music.

It felt like an inescapable curse to Joy, circling back over and over again.

Leanne never asked her, and she never shared.

But in that moment, Joy saw the light.

“I’ve made up my mind, I’m not coming back next year!” she declared. “Wait for me, I’ll come back to you tomorrow!”

After hanging up, Leanne pocketed her phone and walked over to Jeremy Turner.

Having a friend show up with a birthday cake in the middle of the night, especially on Christmas Eve, was no small gesture. It weighed on Leanne.

“Really, you didn’t have to come, especially not at this time. You should be partying with. your family.”

“I’ll only stay a bit, no worries. My mom heard you were on shift alone today and wanted to bring you some chicken pot pie. Selina couldn’t believe you had a lavish Christmas Eve dinner until she saw the photos.

Selina wanted to come too, but her house is full of kids tonight, all clinging to her, so couldn’t make it. She bought you the cake, and I brought the gift for her.”

Jeremy had a way of speaking that eased her concerns.

Leanne led him into the office, where Jeremy brought out the cake and lit the candles.

hint of hesitation crossed

her eyes and make a wish when Jeremy, with a fist to his nose, cleared his throat and began to sing in a stiff tone, “Happy birthday to you! Wave goodbye to all the troubles, say

but

made it impossible for Jeremy to continue, embarrassment

a singer. Was it that bad?”

her

usual derneanor clashing with the cheerful tune

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me, said it’s the go-to birthday song

the sight of her

expression.

gaze, her smile gradually

commotion outside broke the silence, with people rushing

instincts, hurried out to see what was happening.

of their rooms, some heading for

in vain to manage the crowd, Leanne

sure, someone mentioned there’s a show across the river, and they want to see.”

patient wrapped in bandages from eye surgery, being helped by

walked over, reminding

eager elderly patient from bed 5 pulled her over, “Dr. Castillo, you’ve got to see

a spot with a clear view of the Stonebridge

buildings were ablaze with