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

to kill

petite aunt suddenly burst forth,

kill? Come at

I

a kitchen knife, and yelled, “Come on then! I’ve had

you lost your mind, woman? What

sooner! How could I have been so blind to marry you?” Violet’s hand trembled with the knife, “Your gambling ruined us, you even secretly abandoned Leanne. How could there be someone as

you,

wouldn’t have been too ashamed to visit my sister’s grave, fearing her

your nonsense!” Carl was still in denial, “If not for trying to provide for you, would

Violet’s resistance, she was no match for

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

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me? Why didn’t you use

swelled up rapidly. Carl then kicked her in the stomach,

his foot for another kick, there was a loud thud-Carl clutched the back of his