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?"

be here, wasting my days plotting against you," Curtis retorted, "I

him with lies. After all, Curtis was too sharp for

said, "Curtis, some things are better off not

you two are planning a honeymoon by the end of the month. You've been neglecting her these

felt his heart sink, as though it were being

admit it's connected to

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

for a long while, offering neither

did you ever give me

thick air of sarcasm and sorrow within the car, finding it hard to breathe. He

did he have to expect Leanne to forgive and stay by his side? The gloomy sky seemed oppressively low, the rain had stopped, yet it felt like

in, catching a glimpse of the unfinished resignation letter on Leanne's computer screen, almost dropping the jerky