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.

not have been worth much, but its charm and cuteness won

Belinda smiled. “I’m glad you

bag from beneath her pillow to show Leanne. “I

her out. Once they were outside the hospital room, Leanne stopped, “Belinda, can we talk for a

corneal donations, guessed where the conversation was heading

here to convince me to sign

to sit on a bench in the hallway, took a 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, dirty, and at night, you could hear the rats scurrying around. One even crawled on me once.

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

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want money?”

know who it was. They didn’t want money;

understand, but it had something to do with her dad’s job

When the kidnappers came in, he and my mom attacked them. They were tied up, couldn’t fight properly, so my dad used his head to ram

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,

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

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 to find a crowded

look back. I didn’t dare