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

The weather took a sudden turn. The morning had been all sunshine and gentle breezes, but when Leanne stepped out of the operating room in the afternoon, the world outside had darkened ominously.

Large raindrops hammered against the glass, drumming out a chaotic symphony.

She peeled off her scrubs while Amy, changing beside her, lamented, "I was planning to take my mom for a shopping spree after work. So much for that plan."

"Why not shop online?" Leanne suggested casually, pulling out her phone from her locker.

"Good point!"

Leanne glanced at the news, where the signing ceremony between ElitePinnacle and VectorVista had just concluded smoothly.

resemblance yet exuded entirely different auras. Phillip maintained his usual composure, rarely seen without a stern demeanor. On the other hand, Curtis seemed much more laid-back. Caught by the camera

collaboration but the Richardson brothers standing together,

between Phillip, the guarded elder brother who had supposedly driven Curtis to forge his path with

their discretion and seldom speaking to the

typical narratives of power struggles within elite families, the harmonious appearance of the Richardson sons, each excelling in their respective fields, was unexpected. Phillip, the elder, anchoring the family's century-old business, VectorVista, and Curtis, the

saying by Charles, "Unity among fathers and sons, harmony among brothers, love between

shown disrespect toward his parents, Maddox and

might be that of a rogue,

screen, Amy teased, "Can't even last a moment without seeing his picture to cure

it," Leanne deflected, locking her phone.