Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 442

Laura ushered Jake into the room, where he said, "My lady, Mr. Curtis sent me to take you back to the Richardson family."

Leanne was puzzled. Why hadn't Curtis called her himself?

She set aside her gardening shears and took off her gloves. "I'll just wash my hands and be right there."

It had been a while since she last visited home after encountering Hanley there.

The mysteries surrounding the Richardson family, especially the secrets Mary kept, made it hard for Leanne to look at them the same way.

Returning to the Richardson family brought those unresolved questions back into focus.

Distracted, Jake parked at a rarely used side entrance. Only when Leanne stepped out did she realize where they were.

Just as she was about to ask why, a servant from the Richardson family opened the door from inside, as if waiting specifically for her.

Entering through the side door, the old mansion's layout was a maze leading to the living room. As she navigated the twists and turns, passing a closed parlor, she overheard voices inside and paused.

Through the door of the parlor.

The matriarch looked frailer than before, settling onto the couch with her cane. Her spirits only lifted when talking about Leanne. "How was Anne's honeymoon trip?"

"Great."

Curtis, sitting across from her in a suit that seemed to accentuate his aloof demeanor, replied.

"As long as you’re both happy. Anne quit her job. It’s a good time for her to rest. She's been overworked these past years."

"When I was young, you weren’t religious. After Charles died, you spent years at that retreat. I thought it was for Charles."

"What have you done to owe the Castillo family, keeping up their memorial for twenty years?"

"That’s none of your business!" She stood abruptly, attempting to leave. "Sarah, get him out of here!"

Leanne’s tears starting to blur her vision. She pushed the door open.

Mary, who was just feigning indignance, suddenly changed her tone. "My dear..."

"I don’t know if I can still call you grandmother," Leanne said, her voice thick with emotion, standing defiantly at the doorway. "I deserve to know why my parents died. He might not have the right to ask, but surely I do?"