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

Chapter 95

“Yeah, but no worries. You’re tough as nails,” Leanne declared with a bold defiance, “Besides, all the bad luck you’ve wished on me hasn’t done squat.” This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

She hadn’t finished her shift yet. Dropping that bomb, she was about to bolt when Curtis shouted, “Get back here!”

He grabbed Leanne’s arm, his gaze falling to her leg. “Where did you bang yourself up? You should get that checked out.”

Leanne yanked her arm free. “Don’t sweat it. I can handle myself.”

As Curtis watched her retreating back, her cold nonchalance stirred up a storm of annoyance within him, which oddly transformed into a soft chuckle.

“What a heartless woman!”

He looked away, only then noticing Selina, her wheelchair parked silently by the wall, trying to be as inconspicuous as a mouse, her eyes the only thing rolling about animatedly.

Curtis raised an eyebrow, “You still here?”

“Uh…” Selina had shrunk into herself, a far cry from her earlier bravado. “I didn’t hear a thing, I swear. Deaf as a post.”

Having recently sided with Leanne, Curtis couldn’t muster his usual disdain, “Next time, deal with your own battles.”

Selina muttered a subdued, “Yeah… got it.”

Leanne’s knee had swelled up, sporting an impressive array of bruises, quite the frightening sight, but she gave it a once-over and figured it was nothing serious. After wrapping up her tasks, she limped to orthopedics for an X-ray.

Nothing was broken. It was just a knee as puffed up as a loaf of bread and a bit sore, making Leanne shuffle along at a snail’s pace.

She got some medications and was on her way back when she nearly bumped into someone coming out of a private room.

It was Jennifer, and given the circumstances, Leanne addressed her politely.

“Mrs. Richardson.”

Jennifer probably knew Leanne had moved out. Hearing the formal address, she nodded curtly.

Holding a jug for patients and showing up at the hospital at the same hour as Curtis, Jennifer was likely there to visit someone. Leanne casually asked, “Are you here to visit

someone?”

Jennifer replied, “Suzan’s hurt her leg. I just came to check on her.”

“Oh,” Leanne hadn’t known Suzan was at the hospital.

Just then, Suzan’s voice sounded from the room, “Jennifer, please don’t bother. It’s not right for you to look after me. I’d feel guilty. If my mom found out, she’d have a fit. Pass me the jug. I can get water myself.”

Jennifer turned with a seemingly scolding tone, “Will you lie down already? Does your wound not hurt?”

Her voice was stern, but her concern was genuine.

Leanne suddenly saw a new side to the usually elegant and dignified Mrs. Richardson – a woman capable of such tenderness and care, going so far as to fetch water for a patient, showing a kind of kindness Leanne had never felt before.

Noticing the medication in Leanne’s hand, Jennifer asked, “Are you not feeling well?”

“Just bumped my leg,” Leanne replied, “I should get back to work.”

Jennifer emerged from the hospital to find Jake respectfully holding the car door open. Curtis was lounging inside, absorbed in the stock market trends on his tablet.

Jake shielded the car roof as Jennifer ducked in. “Suzan was asking about you. I

Instead of checking on her, you’re here checking stocks.”

Curtis didn’t even look up. “It’s just a minor injury. It’s not like she’s lost her leg. There’s no need for the whole family to check on her, right?”