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

Chapter 220

So, Leanne found herself silently cursing Curtis once again in her mind.

Phillip had just made his way over to her when something seemed to click. “Oh, right, it’s your birthday today. I’ve already got your gift, just been too swamped to give it to you.”

“It’s okay,” Leanne quickly replied.

With all the things he was busy with daily, any of those surely mattered more than her own birthday.

“Curtis used to remind me every year, but he didn’t this year, and I almost forgot.” Phillip mentioned casually, as if it was an afterthought. “He’s always been more attentive than me, never forgot to get you a cake every single year.”

Leanne paused.

Curtis had mentioned before that he was the one buying the birthday cakes when they were kids. At the time, she was too upset to believe him.

“Why didn’t he just give it to me himself?”

Phillip chuckled, “The day he wanted to, you were mad at him and wouldn’t open the door. He had no choice but to ask me to help give it to you.”

Mad? Why was she mad? Leanne tried to recall.

was her first year with the Richardson family and her first birthday there.

there were quite a few guests coming over to exchange Christmas’ greetings. As an adopted daughter, she didn’t attract much attention, and when it

by, greet each guest, and then get awkwardly skipped over when they handed

in an awkward situation due to her introverted nature, she just wanted to get through the Christmas’

in front of everyone, “Come here. Call me ‘big bro’,

eyes turned to

turned uncomfortable. Some things are better left unspoken, but once pointed out, it made everyone uneasy

a young and sensitive Leanne, who felt out of place,

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the greetings, she hid in her room. When Curtis knocked, she buried herself under the covers, not wanting to deal

she heard Phillip’s voice that she finally opened

back, it was a subtle yet bold way of pointing out the adults’ hypocrisy and opportunism, and publicly declaring that, no matter what, she was part of the Richardson

second year onwards, whenever guests came over for Christmas’ greetings, three gifts would

Leanne and Phillip entered, the elders were already waiting in the living room.

greet them, she

stairs.

light grey-blue knit sweater and beige lounge pants, looking like he’d just woken up, with his hair slightly tousled over his forehead, exuding