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 the same man she had encountered at

anger seemed to dissipate, her grip on Leanne tightening.

wanted to

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

his voice warm and inviting, like

his face.

Curtis' Uncle Hanley," he introduced

"Uncle Hanley?"

young when we

dear, I'm feeling a bit

helped Mary back to the house,

as they returned to the main house and Leanne helped Mary

she 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 dear, better to pretend

Mary's secrecy,

the room, she closed the door behind her and

her into the house fourteen years ago, she had never

relationship with