Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 294

Mr. and Mrs. Wright were sitting in the living room, a steaming cup of coffee in front of them, while Suzan perched elegantly beside them, the picture of grace and propriety.

The scene was almost comical, resembling a marriage negotiation—except for the presence of Suzan’s college-going brother, both families, and the elders were all in attendance.

The only discordant note was the appearance of Leanne.

She couldn’t figure out where the mix-up had happened. Today was supposed to be a meeting between the two families, and her presence was just plain awkward.

“Curtis is back,” announced Suzan’s father, Harrington Wright, a middle-aged man who took great care of his appearance, his smile revealing crow's feet, “It’s been a while since we’ve seen you.”

Leanne pushed past Curtis, attempting to leave, but Curtis caught her by the wrist.

Holding her hand, he walked into the room under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Leanne tried subtly to twist her wrist away, wanting him to let go.

He held on firmly, his strong hands skillfully matched her efforts as he casually greeted the guests, saying, "Had we known Mr. and Mrs. Wright were visiting, we would have come home earlier."

Harrington said, “We heard your grandmother wasn’t feeling well, so we thought we’d come over to check on her.”

Since Mary was an elder, she was supposed to be somewhat kinder to the younger ones.

But Mary, at her age, had become more willful, no longer caring for societal norms.

Those were for keeping the younger generation in line, not her.

She had been eagerly awaiting Leanne’s return, and here this family of three had shown up unannounced, making Leanne uncomfortable.

Mary was unpleased, sparing no one’s feelings. “Who said I was not feeling well? I’m perfectly fine. Seeing my granddaughter makes me feel better.”

Harrington was met with a cold shoulder, his expression sheepish. “It’s good to hear you’re in good health; that puts us at ease.”

Curtis, leading Leanne over, gently and patiently instructed her, “Come on, say hello. Mr. and Mrs. Wright, we met at our wedding.”