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

Chapter 382

"What kind of product design..." Leanne's ears suddenly felt hot.

"Shameless!" Mary delivered a hefty slap to his arm, her eyes sharp. "Waiting for nine months, there is no progress in their conception, you little swindler!"

Whether it was Curtis' audacity or the mention of her great-granddaughter, whose progress was at zero percent, that triggered her, Mary seemed to perk up a bit.

"Drive Anne back to work. Call Maddox in. I need to speak with him."

Maddox and Phillip had both rushed back, and Mary summoned Maddox inside.

As Leanne closed the door behind her, she saw Mary sigh deeply and silently.

laden with complexity that Leanne couldn't decipher it. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she felt that the once sprightly Mary

found herself engulfed once again by

corridors bustling with patients and their families, someone passed by carrying a bag of oranges, likely a visitor for one of the

the bag, scattering across the floor, nearly

towards Leanne's feet. She quickly bent down to pick them

take them, and Leanne inadvertently

hand of an adult male, smooth and clean, with not a single rough callus, indicating a life of comfort and privilege

mole at the base of

Leanne looked up.

hard callus. It hinted at a cushy, privileged life, much like what Curtis had. "Thank you," he said in a deep

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