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

"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.

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

at the hospital, Leanne found herself engulfed once

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

scattering across the floor, nearly causing a

She quickly bent down to pick them up and handed them back to

to take them, and Leanne inadvertently slid her

with not a single rough callus, indicating a life of comfort and

small mole at the base

Leanne looked up.

smooth and unblemished, without a single hard callus. It hinted at a cushy, privileged life, much like what Curtis had. "Thank you," he said in

continued walking. A few steps