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

not be as gentlemanly and could use it to tease

opted for a more indirect approach

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

cautious message.

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

“I’m on it.”

had to drop her investigation, hurrying off

finally checked her phone, she

sent in her

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read, [Our department’s Mrs. Brown has a

had replied, even filling in

[And then?]

planning a

you need me to prepare

was at a loss for words.

ever think Curtis

Leanne to wonder if her suspicions had caused the girl to retreat

sensitive, Leanne

afternoon surgery went smoothly, giving her a window to visit the pediatric

from which Leanne picked the ones with the cleanest ingredient

at the door, catching a glimpse

bed, his noble demeanor stark against

orange.

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

from her, eating it leisurely, “If you don’t help me, how can we