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

Chapter 217

Belinda had just finished helping Jada wash her face when she caught sight of Leanne. and immediately looked embarrassed.

“Jada told me you brought her cakes last night? Dr. Castillo, you shouldn’t have gone through the trouble.”

“It was no trouble,” Leanne said. “A friend got me a birthday cake, and we couldn’t finish it, so I thought I’d share.”

“Your birthday?” Upon hearing this, Belinda began rummaging through her belongings, eager to find something to give her.

Leanne tried to stop her, “Really, you don’t have to.”

“But I want to,” insisted Belinda. “Birthdays only come once a year, you know.”

Lately, a few relatives and friends had brought her things, but those were just some fruits, nothing special. She felt they weren’t good enough to give.

Finally, she presented a mini drawstring bag she had made herself.

“This is something I made to sell, and it’s the last one I have. It’s not worth much, but I hope you won’t mind.”

The bag was indeed tiny, smaller than a palm, with a cat embroidered on the front.

much, but its charm and

Leanne genuinely happy, Belinda smiled. “I’m

small bag from beneath her pillow to show Leanne. “I hav too. Mine’s got

Once they were outside the hospital room, Leanne stopped, “Belinda, can we talk

the subject of corneal donations, guessed where the conversation was heading and immediately showed

you here to convince me to

when I was six. We were kidnapped, locked in an abandoned factory storage room. It was dark, dirty, and at night, you could hear the rats scurrying around. One even crawled on me once. We were

shows and

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they want

it was. They didn’t want money; they wanted my dad to do

it had something to do with

my dad seemed to sense something was going to happen and told me many things. When the kidnappers came in, he and my mom attacked them. They were tied up, couldn’t

said it was love at first sight for him, and it took a long time

anyone,

man grabbed her hair, hitting her, but she bit his

curled into a fist, suppressing the choke in her voice, and she continued, “My dad told me to run east, towards the rising sun. He said not to trust anyone I met on the way and

look back. I didn’t dare to look back;