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?"

fine, I wouldn't be here, wasting my days plotting against you,"

to deceive him with lies. After all, Curtis was too

Maddox said, "Curtis, some things are better off not knowing for

along with Anne. Your mother mentioned you two are planning a honeymoon by the end of the month.

his heart sink, as though it were

it's connected to you

from the orphanage. It is a form of atonement, after all. If you're truly looking to atone,

a long while, offering neither defense nor denial, only advising, "Treat her

love to, but did you ever give

the car, finding it hard to breathe. He opened the door,

to forgive and stay by his side? The gloomy sky seemed oppressively low, the rain had stopped, yet it felt like more storms were brewing behind the dark

of the unfinished resignation letter on Leanne's computer screen, almost