Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 364

Leanne stuffed the money into Violet's hands, then withdrew her hands back into her pockets, her posture exuding a sense of distance.

“Granny never wanted you to marry Carl. You went ahead against her wishes, and look how much you've suffered. I hope you’ve figured things out by now.”

“Your son’s already a junior in college, a fully capable adult. He can work part-time to support himself. You don’t have to keep supporting him while struggling with your severe back injury.”

Violet’s eyes reddened again, and she wiped away tears with the back of her hand, overwhelmed by either embarrassment or sorrow.

Leanne said, “The place you're living in now isn't safe, and it's in a bad neighborhood. Plus, with your back, you need to get treated as soon as possible. If you want to divorce Carl, I can help you find a better place to stay. You need to start taking care of yourself first.”

Violet couldn’t stop crying, choking on her words, unable to speak.

“When you’ve made up your mind, come find me.”

Leanne didn’t linger; after her final words, she turned and left.

The car was waiting at the door. As Leanne got in, Curtis was sitting with crossed legs, his expression somewhat listless, lost in thought.

Curtis looked away from the window, “You finished talking with your aunt?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t say more, just motioned for Jake to drive, taking Leanne back to Golden Grove Manors.

Once home, Leanne showered first. When she emerged, Curtis was still there.

He stood on the balcony, phone in hand with an unlit cigarette, just rolling it between his fingers.

His gaze fixed on the distant night, the watery darkness casting a pall over his handsome features.

Hearing footsteps, he turned, ended his call, and said, “Carl’s gone missing. The doctors and nurses didn't see when he left; must’ve bolted as soon as he woke.”

He was really trying hard to dodge his debts.

Leanne’s hair was slightly damp, and the breeze on the balcony fluttered her sea-green silk nightgown.

Curtis stepped inside, shutting the sliding door and keeping the wind out.

Leanne was frowning, thinking about how to deal with Carl’s situation. Curtis tossed the abused cigarette into the trash:

“Why didn’t you call me last night? They arrived just after I left; why didn’t you call me back?”