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

a more indirect

phone, opened a conversation she’d silenced, and started typing a

cautious message.

rushed over, “Dr. Castillo, there’s an emergency patient

“I’m on it.”

her investigation, hurrying

she finally checked her phone,

been sent

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[Our department’s Mrs. Brown has a daughter…]

filling in the blanks for

[And then?]

a kidnapping?]

need me to prepare a sack for you?]

was at a loss for

she ever think Curtis was

if her suspicions had caused the girl to retreat or hurt her feelings.

was sensitive, Leanne

giving her a

her a bunch of imported snacks, from which Leanne picked the ones with the cleanest ingredient

to enter, she paused at the door,

stark against the hospital’s backdrop. He looked relaxed, legs crossed,

orange.

I can’t bring Dr. Castillo flowers anymore. She began to sense something was off.”

eating it leisurely, “If