Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 361

Violet slapped Carl across the face without warning, her tears streaming as she screamed, “How could you ask the Richardsons for money?! They took her in out of kindness, and you have the nerve to beg them for cash, Carl? You heartless bastard!”

“Damn it!” Carl, raising his arm as if to strike back, was interrupted by the screech of brakes from below, and a voice that shouted, “Hurry, don't let him get away!”

Leanne recognized the gruff voice—it was the man in the jacket from yesterday.

Carl, more familiar with the voice, suddenly paled and rushed to look out the window.

A car was parked below, footsteps thundering up the stairs.

He turned, glaring menacingly at Leanne, “Did you bring them here?”

Leanne replied coolly, “I told you, someone else wants you more than I do.”

Enraged, Carl grabbed a tray from the coffee table and hurled it at her. Leanne dodged swiftly, the tray slamming against the wall and clattering to the floor.

Now cornered in his own home, Carl, furious and irrational, clenched his fists and charged, “I'm going to kill you!”

Leanne backed away, and her petite aunt suddenly burst forth, stepping in front of her and shoving Carl hard.

“Enough! Who are you trying to kill? Come at me first if you dare!”

“You think I won’t?”

Violet dashed into the kitchen, came out wielding a kitchen knife, and yelled, “Come on then! I’ve had enough of you!”

Carl was momentarily stunned, his anger boiling over, “Have you lost your mind, woman? What are you doing with that knife?”

“I must be crazy! I should have gone mad sooner! How could I have been so blind to marry you?” Violet’s hand trembled with the knife, “Your gambling ruined us, you even secretly abandoned Leanne. How could there be someone as terrible as you in this world? If not for you, I wouldn’t have been too ashamed to visit my sister’s grave, fearing her blame even in death!”