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

The world was vast and untamable, much like her mother, Betty thought with a pout.

As Curtis drove into the driveway, he spotted his heartbroken daughter, all packed up and ready to embark on an adventure, dragging her little suitcase with one hand and holding her cat's leash with the other, determined to leave home and seek fortune.

But her grand exit was thwarted by the first step outside the door. The suitcase was too heavy for her to manage.

Leanne stood behind, her face a picture of frustration and headache.

Long-legged and swift, Curtis stepped out of the car. Seeing Curtis, Betty's face lit up, and she ran toward him, tears ready to fall.

"Daddy!"

Curtis scooped Betty up, and she clung to him, her face screwed up in sadness and anger. "Mommy's being mean to me."

Having heard the story from Leanne over the phone, Curtis struggled to keep a straight face. "Oh? How dare she bully my little princess. What do you want to do, Betty? Want daddy to take revenge?" Finally, someone was to back her up. Betty sniffled, nodding vigorously.

Curtis set her down. "Then let's put your suitcase back inside."

Betty scurried off to drag her heavy suitcase back, while Curtis didn't offer to help, heading inside to hang up his coat and wash his hands.

In a whisper out of Betty's earshot, Leanne questioned his approach. "This is your idea of fixing things?"

Curtis chuckled. "She's just being rebellious. She knows she's wrong. She's just upset that you lectured her."

"She's only four, Curtis. Isn't it a bit early for a rebellion?"

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