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

Chapter 316



Chapter 316

When the nurse came looking for me, mentioning that the patient in bed 17 was having severe eye pain, I went there. When the door swung open, he was sitting up in bed, looking fairly normal.

“Oh my gosh!” Amy felt as if she had accidentally stumbled upon some elite family secret, her nerves tingling more than mine. “You should definitely mention this to your husband right away.”

Leanne fished the spices out of the dish, her clear eyes blinking, “Already did.”

Baseless suspicions, when voiced, made one seem petty. So at dinner that night, Leanne casually brought up to Curtis why she was there at that time, pretending it was just a passing remark.

Suzan used to play these little games, stirring trouble between her and Curtis. They had their issues, so Leanne never bothered confronting her.

But that boiling water incident was just plain vicious.

Leanne wasn’t one to suffer silently, especially not from a burn. It was luck she wasn’t more seriously hurt. What if she hadn’t been?

The problem started with someone. It was up to them to fix it.

Curtis didn’t say much at the time, but checking the security footage late at night suggested he was considering pursuing it further.

Leanne was on her feet all afternoon, busy communicating with the relatives of a patient scheduled for surgery the next day and passing on some instructions to the night shift

nurses.

After changing out of her scrubs, she noticed the doorknob was slippery, wet with either water or something else.

Frowning, Leanne walked to the restroom at the end of the hall and turned on the faucet

to wash her hands.

Hearing footsteps, she took a quick look over her shoulder, barely acknowledging Suzan with her glance. Then she went back to scrubbing her hands with soap.

“Are you planning to get back with Curtis?” Suzan asked, eyeing her in the mirror. “You talk a big game about justice, but isn’t this just your way of playing hard to get?”

Leanne’s eyes remained lowered, her slender fingers covered in white soapy foam.

“If you’re jealous, you could try it to see if playing hard works on Curtis.”

Suzan scoffed. “Leanne, you really put on quite the act.”

08.45

Leanne looked up, her gaze cold and sharp in the mirror’s reflection. “You’re one to talk about acting. Your father’s eye wasn’t hurting at all that day, was it? You had the nurse call me, didn’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Leanne wasn’t surprised. “See, you still can’t tear off your mask. Who’s pretending here?”

Leanne rinsed off the soap, pulling a paper towel from her bag to dry her hands.

Without warning, Suzan reached out and grabbed the small drawstring bag from Leanne’s

purse.

Leanne furrowed her brow, chilling her expression. “Is touching other people’s stuff without asking how you show off your manners?” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

As she reached to take it back, Suzan dodged, ‘So nervous, it must be important to you.”

Pulling the drawstring open, she removed the contents.

A delicately crafted jade pendant, its lush green color bright and silky smooth.

Leanne had worn it constantly for three years, only taking it off after Curtis had returned

from abroad.

“It was from Curtis, wasn’t it?” Suzan’s smile was laced with unveiled malice. “You took it off yet you still carry it with you. See, you never wanted to leave him.”

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