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

Chapter 233

When Leanne did her rounds, Belinda’s spirits visibly lifted.

She was chatting with the patient in bed 5, telling her about a generous soul who’d offered to pay for their treatments.

The patient was delighted for Belinda. “Well, isn’t that just wonderful? You won’t have to fret over money anymore.”

“Exactly,” said Belinda, “I’ve been struggling to find a steady job with my condition, and now with my vision failing, no employer wants to take the risk.”

“Don’t worry about work right now. Spending time with your child is what matters most.”

Belinda nodded eagerly, “The benefactor said the same, promising to get Jada the best possible medication and treatment options available.”

“I just wish I knew who it was. I’d love to thank them in person.”

“Why don’t you ask the doctor? I’m sure she’d know.”

Just then, Leanne approached, and Belinda quickly asked, “Dr. Castillo, do you know who our mysterious benefactor is?”

Leanne shook her head, “The donation was made on the down low.”

“How can I repay them if I don’t know who they are?”

“Whoever it is chose to remain anonymous for a reason,” Leanne explained, “They’re not! looking for repayment. The best way to honor their kindness is for you and Jada to focus on getting better.”

Tears welled up in Belinda’s eyes as she nodded, “I understand.”

The first time Jada handed Leanne a flower, it seemed like a sweet, random gesture.

It was a white rose, its petals delicately layered, emitting a faint scent reminiscent of

vanilla.

The thorns had been carefully removed, leaving a smooth stem adorned with a few green leaves. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Leanne graciously accepted the small gesture.

Jada said with a hopeful tone, “I hope your day is as sweet as this flower, Dr. Castillo.”

Leanne smiled, ruffling her hair, “Thank you, I’m sure it will be.”

Back at her office, she borrowed a petite vase from Donna to keep it fresh.

Donna, still shaken from a previous unsettling encounter involving flowers, felt relieved to

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see just one rose. “A creep wouldn’t bother with just one,” she reasoned.

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She enthusiastically shared some rose-care tips with Leanne, even offering her own plant. food and scissors.

Leanne carefully noted everything down.

The next morning, Jada visited the ophthalmology department again, presenting Leanne

with a second flower, this time a vibrant red rose, full of life and beauty.

Jada complimented, “Dr. Castillo, this rose is as beautiful as you are.”

Leanne chuckled, “Aren’t you a charmer?”

Jada smiled shyly in response.

Leanne added this rose to the vase, asking, “Where did you get this flower?”

Jada mentioned it was from the garden, prompting a gentle reminder from Leanne, “Thank you for the flower, but we shouldn’t pick the garden’s flowers without permission.”

Jada nodded understandingly.

On the third day, Jada brought a sunflower, its vibrant yellow petals a stark contrast to the gloomy weather outside.

Jada earnestly said, “It’s cloudy today, no sun. So, I’m giving you a little sunshine.”

Leanne was amused, “Thank you for my very own sunshine.”

Given that the hospital garden didn’t grow sunflowers, Leanne asked, “Where did this come from?”

Jada replied smoothly, “The nice man from the flower shop down the street gave it to me.” Their story was well-known among the local shopkeepers, who occasionally offered small tokens of kindness, so Leanne didn’t question it further.

She took care of the sunflower, and on the fourth day, Jada presented her with a bouquet of baby’s breath, tied with a white ribbon, forming a neat bow.

This humble bunch of flowers was arranged with care, definitely not some shop’s leftover stash, even more so considering the store owner’s rep for being a bit steep on the price.

Leanne grew suspicious, “Did the flower shop owner give these to you as well?”

Jada confessed found these.”

odd, but the consistency and quality of these gifts raised Leanne’s

eautiful flowers, did you?”

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