Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 405

It was a quiet night at the hospital, but Leanne barely caught a wink of sleep.

After handing her duties to a colleague, she didn't head home to rest but instead went to Richardson Manor.

She hadn't called ahead, so Jennifer and the others were out when she arrived. Sarah mentioned that Mary was in the garden, so Leanne went to find her.

The peony season was brief, but the gardener hired by the Richardson family had nurtured them splendidly, creating clusters of blooms that filled the air with their presence.

In the greenhouse, surrounded by lush greenery, Mary stood out in her brightly colored clothes despite her age. Leanne spotted her immediately.

Leaning on her cane, her frail frame slightly hunched, she seemed to be in a heated argument, her voice sharp with anger.

It was rare for Leanne to see her so furious. Shifting her gaze, she glimpsed a tall man in dark clothes standing opposite Mary.

As Leanne pushed the door open, she heard Mary shout, “Get out! Just get out of here!”

Rushing over, Leanne steadied the trembling Mary. “Mary, what got you so worked up?”

While she spoke, her gaze inadvertently met the man’s eyes. It was the same man she had encountered at the hospital.

His eyes slowly met hers, and at that moment, Mary’s anger seemed to dissipate, her grip on Leanne tightening. “Anne, what brings you back so suddenly?”

“I just got off work and wanted to check on you,” Leanne replied.

Normally, Mary would light up when she saw Leanne. But today? Not even a glimmer of joy. It's like she couldn't even see the other guy and was in a hurry to steer her away. “Come on. Let's go inside. Sarah will make us something delicious.”

“You’ve grown so much, Anne,” the man spoke, his voice warm and inviting, like a long-lost relative.

Holding Mary's hand, Leanne scrutinized his face. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“I’m Curtis' Uncle Hanley,” he introduced himself.

“Uncle Hanley?”

Hanley added, “You were very young when we last met. You might not remember me.”