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

confronting Curtis directly, fearing he might not be as gentlemanly and could use it to

for a more indirect approach

phone, opened a conversation

cautious message.

there’s an emergency patient with eye burns. We need

“I’m on it.”

and Leanne had to drop her investigation, hurrying off with her phone in

later, when she finally checked her phone, she realized

had been sent

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

surprisingly, had replied, even filling in the

[And then?]

a

me to prepare a sack for

was at a loss for words.

ever think Curtis was capable of charity?

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

sensitive, Leanne decided

a window to visit

of imported snacks, from which Leanne

she paused at the door, catching a glimpse

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

orange.

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

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