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

Chapter 234

After asking Jada, Leanne could tell by her shifty eyes and go

demeanor that Jada was hiding something. Not wanting to press the issue and make her uncomfortable, Leanne let it slide. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Jada was a terrible liar, and her expression had given her away.

The real question was, why had Jada suddenly started bringing her flowers every day, and where exactly were these flowers coming from?

The answer seemed to be closer than she thought, with a prime suspect right under her

nose.

Linking this to Curtis made everything fall into place, but how did he come to know Jada?

Holding a bouquet of baby’s breath, Leanne walked towards her office, deep in thought.

Amy had mentioned that Curtis had visited the pediatric oncology ward, coincidentally around the same time that mysterious “philanthropist” had appeared…

It all seemed to connect.

But was it really so simple? That a single visit by Curtis would lead him to meet Jada and decide to play the good Samaritan?

Since when did Curtis, known for his cold-heartedness, develop such a compassionate

streak?

Fitting him into this narrative made sense, yet there was no concrete evidence to back it

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Remembering the awkwardness of her last inquiry about flowers with Jeremy, she

dreaded the thought of confronting Curtis directly, fearing he might not be as gentlemanly and could use it to tease her endlessly.

So, Leanne opted for a more indirect approach

She pulled out her phone, opened a conversation she’d silenced, and started typing a

cautious message.

Just then, Amy rushed over, “Dr. Castillo, there’s an emergency patient with eye burns. We need you.”

“I’m on it.”

Patients came first, and Leanne had to drop her investigation, hurrying off with her phone in her pocket.

Hours later, when she finally checked her phone, she realized the half-typed message to

Curtis had been sent in her haste.

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It read, [Our department’s Mrs. Brown has a daughter…]

Curtis, surprisingly, had replied, even filling in the blanks for her.

[And then?]

[You planning a kidnapping?]

[Do you need me to prepare a sack for you?]

Leanne was at a loss for words.

Why did she ever think Curtis was capable of charity?

The next day, Jada didn’t bring any flowers, leaving Leanne to wonder if her suspicions had caused the girl to retreat or hurt her feelings.

Knowing Jada was sensitive, Leanne decided to make amends.

The afternoon surgery went smoothly, giving her a window to visit the pediatric oncology ward.

Selina had brought her a bunch of imported snacks, from which Leanne picked the ones with the cleanest ingredient lists for Jada.

As she was about to enter, she paused at the door, catching a glimpse through the window.

A sharply dressed man sat beside the white hospital bed, his noble demeanor stark against the hospital’s backdrop. He looked relaxed, legs crossed, watching Jada peel an

orange.

Jada looked up, frustrated, “Sir, I can’t bring Dr. Castillo flowers anymore. She began to sense something was off.”

Curtis took the peeled orange from her, eating it leisurely, “If you don’t help me, how can we remain good friends?”

Standing at the door, Leanne pieced everything together.

Her desire to help Belinda and Jada was strong, but seeing Curtis there, her feelings were

mixed.

He stepped up to the plate with the aid she yearned to give but fell short, and the boost she aimed to

but couldn’t.

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Curtis was behind these selfless acts, using the resources of the d his connections in Emberland. His involvement could bring real

nd Jada.

ng good, quietly, which was unlike him but also entirely his style.

o, he had orchestrated the flower deliveries through Jada, even coaching her on what to

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say?

Leanne had to admit, receiving those flowers did lift her spirits.

His game was seriously next level.

And seriously, could he not have a sick kid peeling oranges for him without a shred of guilt?