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

Laura ushered Jake into the room, where he said, "My lady, Mr. Curtis sent me to take you back to the Richardson family."

Leanne was puzzled. Why hadn't Curtis called her himself?

She set aside her gardening shears and took off her gloves. "I'll just wash my hands and be right there."

It had been a while since she last visited home after encountering Hanley there.

The mysteries surrounding the Richardson family, especially the secrets Mary kept, made it hard for Leanne to look at them the same way.

Returning to the Richardson family brought those unresolved questions back into focus.

Distracted, Jake parked at a rarely used side entrance. Only when Leanne stepped out did she realize where they were.

as she was about to ask why, a servant from the Richardson family opened the door from inside, as if waiting specifically for

a maze leading to the living room. As she navigated the twists

the door

frailer than before, settling onto the couch with her cane. Her spirits only lifted when talking about Leanne. "How was Anne's

"Great."

across from her in a suit that seemed to accentuate his

her job. It's a good time for her to rest. She's been overworked these past

home. If it weren't for that news report, I wouldn't have known she'd been

on, "If she wants to study, that's fine. She's always been sharp, perfect for academia. Once she's finished, we can open a clinic for her, so she won't have to work so hard and no one will dare mistreat her. Curtis,

about," she retorted. "If you dare upset Anne, I'd come back from my grave to deal

After a moment of silence, he promised, "I won't

the coffee table to her, a picture of

you set up a memorial for Joseph and Rose