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

Chapter 254

Seconds felt like an eternity, each ticking away taking a piece of Curtis’ heart with it.

He was headed back to that leafy suburb and towards the modest yet cozy house that felt

more like a home than any place ever had.

Exhaling a breath heavy with frustration, he turned back, his brows knitted in

determination as he made his way to them.

The pregnant woman was in such agony she couldn’t speak, clutching at her husband’s shirt with a vice-like grip, a dark crimson stain spreading beneath her.

Without a second thought, Curtis scooped her up and strode towards his car.

The man stood frozen with a mix of shock and fear painting across his face.

Impatient, Curtis glanced back, “What are you waiting for? Open the door.”

Confused yet compliant, the man hurried to open the backseat door under Curtis’ stern command.

Carefully, Curtis placed the woman in the car and asked, “Got a driver’s license? Do you know how to drive?”

The man nodded, then hesitated, “I… I have a license, but I’ve never really driven…”

Curtis’ patience was wearing thin. His rebellious past was as if finally catching up to him, each situation a test or a punishment.

“Forget it. Get in,” he resigned himself, heading to the driver’s seat.

The man had never seen a car with that winged Bentley emblem before. But the shiny and high-end finish screamed expensive. It must be something he could never afford.

But priorities shifted in moments of crisis, and he gingerly climbed into the car, barely allowing his body to touch the plush leather seats.

As soon as they were settled, Curtis floored the accelerator, racing towards the nearest hospital.

Upon their frantic arrival, the hospital staff demanded an upfront payment of $10,000, but the man’s bank account fell short. He nervously asked if he could pay less for now. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

The receptionist’s voice was sharp, “That $10,000 won’t even cover the surgery and hospital stay, and insurance will reimburse you anyway.”

At his moment of desperation, Curtis handed over his card, “How much will she need until discharge? Is $50,000 enough?”

Before the staff could respond, his impatience took over, “Never mind. Just put $100,000

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on it.”

The man was like, “No way, that’s way too much. We don’t need all that!”

He was clearly overwhelmed by the gesture.

“This is compensation. Your e-bike’s probably wrecked. Go buy a new one,” Curtis said, attempting to settle the matter.

But the man was too honest, unable to take advantage of the situation, “I was the one who ran the red light. I should be paying you, not the other way around. I can’t afford to cover your car… I’ve done plenty of wrong in my life. Consider this a chance for me to make amends.”

Tears welled up in the man’s eyes as he clutched his worn-out wallet, ready to kneel in gratitude, but Curtis stopped him.

“Just be more careful crossing the street next time. Losing a vehicle is not a big deal, but losing your wife is irreplaceable.”

With those words, a rush of emotion surged through Curtis, propelling him forward with increasing urgency, his strides becoming larger and faster until he broke into a run.

People stared at him as he passed, their gazes a mix of curiosity and alarm.

It wasn’t until then that Curtis noticed his disheveled suit, stained with coffee and blood,

making for a ghastly sight.

He was still clutching a plastic bag from Crystal Cove Villas, now smeared with blood.

Would Leanne be scared?

Halting, Curtis found a restroom, peeled off his jacket, and started scrubbing at the stains over the small sink. It was his first attempt at laundry, battling stubborn bloodstains with icy cold water.

But there was no time for a change of clothes.

He couldn’t wait any longer to meet his wife.

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