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

Chapter 368

Could she blame Jennifer?

Jennifer, too, was a victim of circumstance, having lost her own beloved daughter. Who could fault her for not wanting to raise someone else’s child?

It seemed like no one was to blame in this situation.

Suddenly, Leanne felt a sense of release.

Regardless, she had grown up well, and that in itself was worth celebrating.

She looked up, shaking her head and replying, “It’s not your fault. You’ve had your share of hardships; you never had any obligation to take me in.”

Jennifer knew she hadn’t given her all to this foster daughter. Initially, it was out of reluctance and resentment, and Leanne, being a sensitive and perceptive child, picked up on the lack of affection. She didn’t throw tantrums or try to curry favor; instead, she quietly retreated into her own little world, never imposing herself where she wasn’t wanted.

As a result, their bond had remained superficial over the years.

Jennifer thought Leanne might hold some resentment, at least a little bitterness, but she was taken aback by her words.

with no one to confide in,

this child, whom she had never truly cherished, told her, “You’ve been through

lot.”

in Jennifer’s eyes, and she quickly turned her head away, but it was too late-the tears rolled down her cheeks.

was hardly dignified, so she tried to regain her composure, wiping her tears with her fingers, and attempted to change

Leanne quickly handed her a

tears, Leanne hesitated for a few seconds before gently patting her on the back, like comforting Mary.

“Don’t cry.”

composure entirely, although she wanted to maintain the dignified demeanor befitting the wife of the chairman of VectorVista Bank and a representative of the Richardson family’s grace and poise-never before had she shown such vulnerability in front

1/2

11:01

Chapter 368

it had been so long, it

that Leanne had returned to the old family home. He had come

son arrived together, one following right behind the other. Upon entering and seeing Jennifer in tears,

at the door, half-joking, “Did the