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

Chapter 232

Jada lifted her head, peering up at him with a sweet innocence, “I know her, sir, and I can help you give it back to her.”

“And how do you know her?” he inquired.

“She’s my mom’s doctor and also a really good friend of mine,” Jada replied.

What a mix-up.

Feeling a mix of relief and amusement at the twist of events, Curtis found himself contemplating a rather devious plan.

Maybe he should trick Leanne into having a baby. Would she stay if there was a child involved?

At that moment, Curtis felt like one of those desperate housewives trying to tether their wandering husbands with a child, a fool’s hope.

But Leanne, that stubborn woman, wouldn’t have it.

What if he played the dying man needing an heir card?

She’d probably tell him to get lost, divorce papers in hand before his last breath.

“You’re quite the social butterfly for your age,” Curtis said, striding over to Jada with his long legs and giving her a leisurely look before sitting down on a stool by the bed.

“Funny enough, she’s a good friend of mine too. If you round it up, we’re all friends here.”

Leanne had just returned to the ophthalmology department when Amy spun around, excitement in her voice, “You just missed a complete hottie asking around for you.”

At the mention, Curtis’ image popped into Leanne’s mind. She checked her phone, no missed calls or messages.

“He went to the pediatric oncology ward looking for you. Didn’t you run into him?”

“Nope.”

Must have missed him. The hospital was a maze, and frankly, Leanne wasn’t bothered. She pocketed her phone.

Amy was all hyped up, “This one’s a real catch, seriously smokin’. Puts your ex to shame.”

Leanne smiled, patting her on the shoulder, “We’ll see.”

Two days later, when Dr. Yates wanted to see Leanne, she thought it was to discuss the sponsorship for Belinda and Jada they had talked about.

In the office, it was indeed about that.

12:03

“Leanne, about what you mentioned earlier, I spoke with Mr. Felix from finance. He and I share the same view that we can’t support your proposal.”

“Think about it. Even if we keep it under wraps, walls have ears. If word gets out, other patients might come to you with their hardships. Will you help them or not? If you don’t, can you live with that?”

“You young folks always see the best in people. I’ve worked a few more years than you, and seen a bit more. Human nature is a tricky beast. It’s a Pandora’s box we shouldn’t open.”

His logic made sense to Leanne, but she was curious, “Then why do you seem in such a good mood?” NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Dr. Yates chuckled, “Well, the bad news aside, let’s talk good news. Honestly, you’re like a guardian angel to those two. Recently, a generous donor came to our hospital, specifically asking to support them. The donation agreement is signed, and the first installment has hit their account.”

Leanne was surprised, “The Red Cross?”

“Nope. A private donor. Said the Red Cross was too bureaucratic for his taste. Better to act than to wait on them,” Dr. Yates laughed, finding his own comment amusing, “Pretty bold, huh?”

He was bold indeed. But when it comes to doing good, a little boldness is forgivable.

“This benefactor seems influential and mentioned he’d help get in touch with specialists in Emberland for Mother of Emberland cancer treatment. If needed, he could arrange for Jada to be treated in Emberland.”

It was like finding a ray of hope on a gloomy day. Although the future was uncertain, any bit of hope was welcome.

This was probably the happiest Leanne had felt in a while.

“That’s really wonderful.”