Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 316

When the nurse came looking for me, mentioning that the patient in bed 17 was having severe eye pain, I went there. When the door swung open, he was sitting up in bed, looking fairly normal.

“Oh my gosh!” Amy felt as if she had accidentally stumbled upon some elite family secret, her nerves tingling more than mine. “You should definitely mention this to your husband right away.”

Leanne fished the spices out of the dish, her clear eyes blinking, “Already did.”

Baseless suspicions, when voiced, made one seem petty. So at dinner that night, Leanne casually brought up to Curtis why she was there at that time, pretending it was just a passing remark.

Suzan used to play these little games, stirring trouble between her and Curtis. They had their issues, so Leanne never bothered confronting her.

But that boiling water incident was just plain vicious.

Leanne wasn’t one to suffer silently, especially not from a burn. It was luck she wasn’t more seriously hurt. What if she hadn’t been?

The problem started with someone. It was up to them to fix it.

Curtis didn’t say much at the time, but checking the security footage late at night suggested he was considering pursuing it further.

Leanne was on her feet all afternoon, busy communicating with the relatives of a patient scheduled for surgery the next day and passing on some instructions to the night shift

nurses.

of her scrubs, she noticed the doorknob was

to the restroom at the end of the

wash her

look over her shoulder, barely acknowledging Suzan with her glance. Then she went back to scrubbing her hands with

her in the mirror. “You talk a big game about justice, but isn’t this just

remained lowered, her slender fingers covered in white soapy foam.

you’re jealous, you could try it to see if playing hard works on

scoffed. “Leanne, you really put on quite the act.”

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Your father’s eye wasn’t hurting at all that day, was it? You had the nurse call me,

what you’re talking

tear off your mask. Who’s pretending here?”

pulling a paper towel from her bag

warning, Suzan reached out and grabbed the

purse.