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

happy, Belinda smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”

small bag from beneath her pillow to show

out. Once they were outside the

sensitive about the subject of corneal donations, guessed where the conversation was heading and

you here to convince me to

moment to organize her thoughts, and began, “My parents died when I was six. We were kidnapped, locked in an abandoned factory storage room. It was dark,

had only seen kidnappings in TV shows and was shocked. “Who would do

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they want money?”

her head. “I don’t know who it was. They didn’t want money;

too young to understand, but it had something

me many things. When the kidnappers came in, he and my mom attacked them. They were tied up, couldn’t fight properly,

to be a college professor, beautiful and graceful. My dad said it was love at first sight for him, and it took a long time to win her over. She was slim,

anyone,

hitting her, but she bit his hand. hard, dragging him to give me

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 to find a crowded place before seeking

to go back for them, but they told me not to look back. I didn’t