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

When Hanley who had weighed heavily on Mary was finally lifted and Leanne found herself walking away from the Richardson family, her lingering attachments dissipated into thin air. "After you left, Mary's health went downhill. She's been in and out of the hospital these past few months. We didn't want to worry you," Jennifer said, pausing to stifle a sob. "Leanne, please, come see her."

By the time Leanne arrived at the hospital, Mary had been moved out of the ICU.

It wasn't that her condition had improved. Rather, the doctors had done all they could. Now, it was time for the family to say their goodbyes.

The atmosphere in the hospital room was heavy and tense. Maddox and Phillip stood by the bed in silence, their faces a grim mask of sorrow, which Mary immediately scolded.

"Don't look so glum. I'm not gone yet. Save your mourning for when I'm gone."

Jennifer's eyes were swollen from tears as she tucked the blanket around Mary. "I've called Leanne. Just hold on a little longer."

"Ah, why did you bother Anne? I've got no face to see her. And look at me, a sight for sore eyes, I don't want her remembering me like this."

Despite her words, when the door creaked open, she couldn't help but look up eagerly.

A flash of disappointment crossed her eyes when Mary saw it was just a nurse.

come," Mary sighed, settling back down. "She's still angry with me." "Leanne," Jennifer suddenly called

back towards the door. When she saw Leanne walking in behind the nurse, her lips quivered and her eyes brimmed with

with a feeding tube in her

Mary," prompted Jennifer as the others

clutched it, burying her face into

her voice nothing more than a soothing murmur., "My dear, don't cry. I've lived a long life. It's time

struck Leanne deeply, "Don't

"Have you forgiven me?"

forgive on behalf of my parents, nor can I hold on to hate," Leanne said. "After they were gone, you were the one who cared for me

fell from

the pillow, "Blame me, it's my fault. But don't blame Curtis.

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Mary's weathered hand, Leanne

"My dear, in the next life, be sure to come back as my granddaughter