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

Curtis directly, fearing he might not be

for a

conversation she’d silenced, and started typing a

cautious message.

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

“I’m on it.”

to drop her investigation, hurrying off with her phone in her

phone, she

sent in

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department’s Mrs. Brown has a

replied, even filling in the blanks

[And then?]

a kidnapping?]

to prepare a sack

was at a loss for words.

did she ever think Curtis

Jada didn’t bring any flowers, leaving Leanne to wonder if her

Leanne decided

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

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

she paused at the

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

orange.

looked up, frustrated, “Sir, I can’t bring Dr. Castillo flowers anymore. She began

took the peeled orange from her, eating it leisurely, “If you don’t help