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

The chauffeur promptly exited the vehicle, retreating to a spot some twenty yards away for privacy.

Nestled in a secluded area surrounded by verdant hills and lush trees, where no car dared to traverse its private roads, the Richardson Manor with its century-old history stood proudly. Inside the car, Maddox and Curtis, their conversation encapsulated within the vehicle's confined space.

Maddox was the picture of calm, his voice betraying no emotion, "You've got quite the reach these days, stretching all the way into my affairs."

Curtis, with a cool gaze, shot back, "You're the master of deception, leaving no trace behind."

"What a son I've raised," Maddox commented, "doubting me now."

"If you wish to avoid suspicion, that's possible." Curtis went straight to the point, "What really happened to Leanne's family that led to their kidnapping?"

Ever since Leanne inquired about her father at Vector Vista, Maddox had anticipated a day when this conversation would arise.

The sudden return of Hanley to the country had indeed stirred the calm seas.

"Why dig into it?"

things were fine, I wouldn't be here, wasting my

too sharp for that. Yet, he wasn't about to unveil the whole

are better off not knowing

a honeymoon by the end of the month. You've been neglecting her these past years. Take

his heart sink, as though

it's connected

Leanne from the orphanage. It is a form of atonement, after all. If you're truly looking to atone, your sincerity is lacking. She lost her parents and became an orphan

neither

but did you ever

of sarcasm and sorrow within the car, finding it hard to breathe. He opened the door, stepped out, and slammed it shut behind

and Leanne suffered in loneliness for years. What right did he have to expect Leanne to forgive and stay by his side? The gloomy sky

bars?" Amy leaned in, catching a glimpse of the unfinished resignation letter on Leanne's computer screen,