Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 382

"What kind of product design..." Leanne's ears suddenly felt hot.

"Shameless!" Mary delivered a hefty slap to his arm, her eyes sharp. "Waiting for nine months, there is no progress in their conception, you little swindler!"

Whether it was Curtis' audacity or the mention of her great-granddaughter, whose progress was at zero percent, that triggered her, Mary seemed to perk up a bit.

"Drive Anne back to work. Call Maddox in. I need to speak with him."

Maddox and Phillip had both rushed back, and Mary summoned Maddox inside.

As Leanne closed the door behind her, she saw Mary sigh deeply and silently.

The sigh was so laden with complexity that Leanne couldn’t decipher it. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she felt that the once sprightly Mary seemed to have grown profoundly pensive.

Back at the hospital, Leanne found herself engulfed once again by the hectic pace of work.

After receiving a call for a consultation, she hurriedly left her office for the emergency room. Walking through the corridors bustling with patients and their families, someone passed by carrying a bag of oranges, likely a visitor for one of the patients.

Suddenly, the oranges tumbled out of the bag, scattering across the floor, nearly causing a passerby to trip.

Several rolled towards Leanne's feet. She quickly bent down to pick them up and handed them back to their owner.

The person reached out to take them, and Leanne inadvertently slid her gaze over his right hand, pausing there.

It was the hand of an adult male, smooth and clean, with not a single rough callus, indicating a life of comfort and privilege much like Curtis.