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

directly, fearing he might not be as gentlemanly and could use it to tease her

for a

opened a conversation she’d silenced, and started typing

cautious message.

an emergency patient with eye

“I’m on it.”

her investigation, hurrying off with her phone in

when she finally checked her phone, she realized the half-typed message to

sent

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replied, even filling in the

[And then?]

planning a kidnapping?]

to prepare a sack for

was at a loss for

think Curtis was

bring any flowers, leaving Leanne to wonder if her suspicions had caused

Leanne

giving her a window to visit the pediatric

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

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

man sat beside the white hospital bed, his noble demeanor stark against the hospital’s backdrop. He looked relaxed, legs crossed,

orange.

“Sir, I can’t bring Dr. Castillo flowers anymore. She began to sense

leisurely, “If you don’t