Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 315

When Harrington woke up, Suzan watched as the caregiver administered his medication. The afternoon passed without any incidents, just an ordinary day.

Claudine brought some homemade nutritious soup from her house. Harrington had quite an appetite, downing two bowls before asking Claudine to help him downstairs for a walk.

Suzan grabbed his jacket for him, expressing her concern, "Dad, how have your eyes been doing lately?"

Harrington was in good spirits, "Much better than before. My vision seems a bit clearer too."

"That's great to hear," Suzan replied with a smile.

But as soon as they left the room, her smile vanished like a mask slipping off her face.

Why wasn't there any reaction?

Harrington had a severe allergic reaction to atropine before. An episode during a gallbladder inflammation had caused his throat to swell badly, making it hard for him to breathe and necessitating an emergency hospital visit.

Suzan pulled out her phone and texted, "Are you sure you gave me the right medication?"

The reply came quickly, "Absolutely, it came from a doctor friend of mine."

Suzan couldn't figure out what went wrong.

She had orchestrated the accident so perfectly with Jeremy there to distract Curtis, making it less likely for him to suspect anything.

Men were visual creatures, after all. Leanne had been left with scars from a burn. Could Curtis still stand to look at her?

But the plan failed when the person lost nerve at the last moment, leaving Leanne with only minor injuries.

Curtis had overreacted, spending the entire night reviewing surveillance footage and scouring all of Stonebridge for leads.

The rumor went that in a fit of rage for his beloved, the big shot had even dragged the hospital director out of bed in the middle of the night. Given that their director was of high rank, this mystery visitor must be someone powerful.

The news had leaked from a security guard and started off plausible, but the story had twisted, with increasing amounts of scandalous details.

"I heard it’s Mr. Curtis’ mistress who was here for a pregnancy check-up. His wife had someone mess with the baby..."

Leanne didn't know whether to believe it was the mistress or the wife in the story.

Pushing the phone back to Amy, she said, "Even screenplay writers couldn’t come up with this stuff."

Amy, barely touching the last piece of fried chicken she had snagged, whispered eagerly, "Was that bump into you really on purpose?"

Leanne didn't answer.