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

Chapter 361

Violet slapped Carl across the face without warning, her tears streaming as she screamed, “How could you ask the Richardsons for money?! They took her in out of kindness, and you have the nerve to beg them for cash, Carl? You heartless bastard!”

“Damn it!” Carl, raising his arm as if to strike back, was interrupted by the screech of brakes from below, and a voice that shouted, “Hurry, don’t let him get away!”

Leanne recognized the gruff voice-it was the man in the jacket from yesterday.

Carl, more familiar with the voice, suddenly paled and rushed to look out the window.

A car was parked below, footsteps thundering up the stairs.

He turned, glaring menacingly at Leanne, “Did you bring them here?”

Leanne replied coolly, “I told you, someone else wants you more than I do.”

Enraged, Carl grabbed a tray from the coffee table and hurled it at her. Leanne dodged swiftly, the tray slamming against the wall and clattering to the floor.

Now cornered in his own home, Carl, furious and irrational, clenched his fists and

“I’m going to kill

suddenly burst forth, stepping in front of her and shoving Carl hard.

kill? Come at me first

I won’t?”

kitchen, came out wielding a kitchen knife,

anger boiling over, “Have you lost your mind, woman?

blind to marry you?” Violet’s hand trembled with the knife, “Your gambling ruined us,

you,

to visit my sister’s grave,

for trying to provide for you, would i have

she was no match

and landed a slap across her face, “You bring out a knife

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me? Why didn’t you use it? Bitch,I’ll

rapidly. Carl then kicked her in the stomach,

was a