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

Chapter 234

After asking Jada, Leanne could tell by her shifty eyes and go

demeanor that Jada was hiding something. Not wanting to press the issue and make her uncomfortable, Leanne let it slide.

Jada was a terrible liar, and her expression had given her away.

The real question was, why had Jada suddenly started bringing her flowers every day, and where exactly were these flowers coming from?

The answer seemed to be closer than she thought, with a prime suspect right under her

nose.

Linking this to Curtis made everything fall into place, but how did he come to know Jada?

Holding a bouquet of baby’s breath, Leanne walked towards her office, deep in thought.

Amy had mentioned that Curtis had visited the pediatric oncology ward, coincidentally around the same time that mysterious “philanthropist” had appeared…

It all seemed to connect.

But was it really so simple? That a single visit by Curtis would lead him to meet Jada and decide to play the good Samaritan?

Since when did Curtis, known for his cold-heartedness, develop such a compassionate

streak?

Fitting him into this narrative made sense, yet there was no concrete evidence to back it

Remembering the awkwardness of her last inquiry about flowers with Jeremy, she

the thought of confronting Curtis directly, fearing he might not be as gentlemanly and could use it

opted for a more

conversation

cautious message.

an emergency patient with eye burns. We need you.”

“I’m on it.”

to drop her investigation, hurrying

checked her phone, she realized the half-typed message

had been sent in

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read, [Our department’s Mrs. Brown has

filling in the blanks for

[And then?]

planning a

to prepare a sack for you?]

was at a loss

she ever think Curtis was

wonder if her suspicions had caused the girl

was sensitive, Leanne decided to

smoothly, giving her a window to visit the pediatric

had brought her a bunch of imported snacks, from which Leanne picked the

about to enter, she paused at the door, catching a

noble demeanor stark against the

orange.

“Sir, I can’t bring Dr. Castillo flowers

took the peeled orange from her, eating it leisurely, “If you don’t help me, how can we remain