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

Chapter 143

Leanne’s demeanor was notably more composed than his. “Can we stick to the facts, please?”

“Am I not discussing the facts with you? I’ve got surgery to attend to soon, so quit wasting my time!” Ruben gathered his things and headed for the door. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think your connections give you the right to strut around the department! If you’re so capable, why don’t you go and cry to your man and have him give my position to you? You can be the chief physician!”

After saying that, he yanked the door open and stormed out, leaving a wake of his fury behind.

In the hallway, Curtis leaned casually against the bulletin board, examining the posted. duty roster.

Several young nurses and doctors craned their necks to get a glimpse, whispering among

themselves.

Ruben had seen this big shot just last month and hadn’t forgotten him that quickly.

He hadn’t expected his words to be so prophetic, as if he’d conjured the man by mentioning him.

Leanne was also surprised to see Curtis. She wondered what brought him there if he had no business in the ophthalmology office.

Ruben cleared his throat, his stern face suddenly blossoming into a smile as he

approached Curtis with due respect. “Mr. Richardson, what brings you to our department today?”

“Just passing through.” replied Curtis.

Leanne scoffed internally. What kind of grand boulevard did he stroll to pass by the eye clinic?

Curtis seemed genuinely interested in the duty roster, studying it before tapping on one of the names gently. “Dr. Castillo’s name seems to pop up more often than the others.”

He flashed Ruben a slight, almost sanctimonious smile. “Is it because her name has a

nice ring to it?”

Ruben was stunned.

Leanne was speechless. What game was he playing?

At least he didn’t call her ‘my wife’ or ‘my darling, which made Leanne feel more at ease.

Ruben’s facial muscles twitched, his earlier authoritative aura completely deflated as he feigned an exasperated, “Oh, that roster’s all messed up. That new intern can’t seem to

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get a handle on Excel and made a complete hash of it. Didn’t I ask her to fix it? Why hasn’t the new one been put up yet? Zack! Get her over here, pronto, and change this thing!”

He then moved to tear the flawed schedule off the wall.

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interns! I don’t know what schools are teaching them these days. They can’t manage the simplest tasks.”

Curtis’ smile held a mocking edge. “Understandable. Medical school certainly didn’t teach them how to flip flop like this, did i

Ruben froze.

ind it?”

“Anyway, I’ve got surgery to attend to. Leanne, why don’t you chat with Mr. Richardson?” After that, Ruben hurried off.

Leanne turned to Curtis. “What are you doing here again?”

Curtis slid his hands back into his trouser pockets, giving her a lazy glance. “Is the hospital your personal property? Am I not allowed to visit?”

“You are.” Leanne turned to leave.

Curtis’ hand emerged from his pocket, catching her wrist.

Leanne pulled away. “What do you want now?”

Her disgust made Curtis’ mood sour further. He withdrew his hand, face blank. “Grandma’s been hospitalized. Aren’t you going to check on her?”

Leanne’s expression tensed immediately. “What happened to Mary?”

“Don’t t get all worked up. Grandma had high blood pressure, but it’s under control now.” Curtis said, then added, “You know, probably stressed out because of you.”

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