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

It was a quiet night at the hospital, but Leanne barely caught a wink of sleep.

After handing her duties to a colleague, she didn't head home to rest but instead went to Richardson Manor.

She hadn't called ahead, so Jennifer and the others were out when she arrived. Sarah mentioned that Mary was in the garden, so Leanne went to find her.

The peony season was brief, but the gardener hired by the Richardson family had nurtured them splendidly, creating clusters of blooms that filled the air with their presence.

In the greenhouse, surrounded by lush greenery, Mary stood out in her brightly colored clothes despite her age. Leanne spotted her immediately.

Leaning on her cane, her frail frame slightly hunched, she seemed to be in a heated argument, her voice sharp with anger.

It was rare for Leanne to see her so furious. Shifting her gaze, she glimpsed a tall man in dark clothes standing opposite Mary.

As Leanne pushed the door open, she heard Mary shout, "Get out! Just get out of here!"

Rushing over, Leanne steadied the trembling Mary. "Mary, what got you so worked up?"

her gaze inadvertently met the man's eyes. It was

and at that moment, Mary's anger seemed to dissipate, her

off work and wanted

up when she saw Leanne. But today? Not even a glimmer of joy. It's like she couldn't even see the other guy and was in a hurry to steer her away. "Come

Anne," the man spoke, his voice warm

his face. "I don't think I've seen you

Uncle Hanley," he introduced

"Uncle Hanley?"

very young when we last met. You might not

feeling a bit dizzy. Let's go back

back to

with life, but as they returned to the main house and Leanne helped Mary to her room,

casually asked, "Where has Uncle Hanley been all these years? Why hasn't he come around?' "Let's not talk about him," Mary replied with aversion, holding her hand. "My

by Mary's secrecy, simply

behind

family took her into the house fourteen years ago, she had never heard of

with the family, the Richardson