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

Chapter 140

When Derek came to the hospital last night, he slipped through the blind spot of the surveillance cameras, unnoticed by anyone. The incident ended as silently as it began.

No one knew about Leanne’s abduction the night before.

She only got a scolding from her boss, Ruben, for being absent from duty.

After leaving Ruben’s office, Leanne walked down the corridor past a few maintenance. guys taking down the old security cameras.

The office buzzed with chatter about the hospital’s plans to upgrade and add many new.

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Amy quipped, “Heard the new system has full coverage. They want to track every mosquito that buzzes into this place!”

Donna was incredulous. “How did our tight-fisted director suddenly decide to splurge? We’ve been asking him to replace the broken ones for ages, and he acted like it was a

matter

d death.”

s good for us. No more creeping around on night shifts, and Leanne won’t ry about that creep anymore!”

ware that the creep had been dealt with, Amy patted Leanne’s shoulder to offer omfort.

Leanne hummed in agreement, “Coffee, anyone? My treat.”

“Yeah,” Amy beamed. “You’ve treated us a lot lately. Hit the jackpot or something?”

Leanne replied, “Got a little divorce settlement.”

Unable to hide her envy or her curiosity, Sandra sneered, “How much did your ex cough up for you to be throwing money around like this?

“Enough for me to quit my job on a whim,” Leanne said as she opened the patient file from the night before. “And you know rich folk like us tend to be capricious. I might take you along me when I resign, so don’t tick me off.”

Muttering about Leanne’s arrogance, Sandra’s frustration was evident as she slammed a folder onto the desk with a snap.

Amy laughed. “Money sure does speak volumes!”

The year was winding down, and with the bank’s year-end financial closing, paperwork

from various branches stacked up like mountains. Having only several hours of rest each day, Phillip had not returned to the Richardson Manor in days.

14:37

When the busiest times had passed, he managed to find time for a meal at home.

As he drove into the driveway, he was on a phone call. When he turned onto the path, his headlights illuminated a figure on the front steps.

Snowflakes drifted through the air while Curtis stood on the doorstep and was on his third

cigarette.

Seeing Phillip get out of the car, Curtis walked over.

Ending his call, Phillip turned to Curtis and asked, “What are you doing out here in the cold?”

“I’m waiting for you,” Curtis replied, his breath and cigarette smoke mingling in the chilly air, his face showing a trace of fatigue, his eyes deep with unspoken thoughts.

“Waiting for me?” Phillip was surprised. He pocketed his phone and extended his hand for a cigarette. “Something on your mind?”

sed the pack, and Phillip lit one up.

orothers stood side by side, puffing away in the cold wind. Both shared similar features and tall, commanding statures, though their demeanors were quite ent, one composed and restrained, the other nonchalantly aristocratic.

Finally, Curtis spoke up.

“Phillip, you into her?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Leanne.”

Phillip paused, turning to look at him. “You been drinking? What’s with the nonsense?”

“Don’t worry about me. Leanne’s got a thing for you. And you’re my brother. If you love her, I won’t stand in the way,” Curtis said, flicking ash, his casual tone belying his true feelings. But did he not care?

Phillip was shocked and confused. “What are you talking about? Leanne loves me?”

Curtis insisted, “I’m serious. No joke.”

Phillip had been tense up these days, his nerves taut like strained strings, exhausted without proper rest. And freshly returned home for a breather, his dear brother had thrown him for a loop.

While rubbing his temples, Phillip tried to process the information, eventually landing on the most plausible explanation. “Did you two fight again?”

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