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

Chapter 78

Violet was about to say something when Leanne cut in, “You and Uncle Carl need to find a place and move out, soon.”

Violet burst into tears, “Leanne, you know my situation. My back aches so bad I can’t even sit down. I don’t know how much longer I can work. With the little I earn each month, I have to cover the household expenses and send money to your cousin for college. Living costs are sky-high there. Three grand a month doesn’t cut it, and your Carl is no help at all,

I…”

Leanne remained impassive. “I’ve heard this tale again and again. I’ve shown patience and understanding, otherwise, I would’ve taken back this house three years ago.”

“Leanne, are you trying to drive us to our graves?”

“There are plenty of people in this city without a house who are still alive. If you hadn’t moved in here, would you not have survived?”

“Dare to show up, do you?” Carl stormed out, pointing at Leanne and cursing at the top of his lungs.

“I’ve never seen such an ingrate! When your folks passed, if it weren’t for us taking care of you, you’d have died somewhere unknown! You can’t even be grateful, living it up in a mansion with your rich husband, driving fancy cars, not giving us a second thought and still coming back to hound us for money. Ain’t your husband rich enough? Don’t you have enough houses to live in?”

“You just took care of me for a few months before dumping me at the orphanage and seizing my family’s house,” Leanne replied coolly, “Indeed, I don’t have much to be grateful for.”

“It’s not your house? We’ve been living here for years. It’s got nothing to do with you!”

“Stop it, Carl.” Violet tried to intervene but was roughly shoved aside as Carl continued his tirade, his voice booming so loudly the whole building could hear.

“Don’t think I won’t lay a hand on you just because you’ve got backup! Get out of here! You’re like a bad omen. It’s your fault your parents are dead!” Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Leanne turned cold with the last remark and she wasted no more words.

“One week. If you’re still squatting here by then, I’ll start legal proceedings.”

Violet cleaned her tears, pleading “Leanne, do you really have to do this?”.

“Cry me a river! Get out of my sight and stop killing my vibe!” Carl roughly pushed Violet aside, blocking the door and taunting Leanne, Who are you trying to scare? You say this house is yours? Don’t think I don’t know the law. To claim this house, first, you’d have to

“Their daughter has been missing for ages. There’s a police record of it. You’re just an orphan with the same name. Who can prove it for you?”

He seemed confident, relying on the fact that Joseph and Rose had died early, and he’d been squatting in their house for nearly twenty years. Who could take it from him?

Leanne knew Carl was shameless, but this was a new low.

When Carl had first gotten together with Violet, he looked like a refined gentleman. Many even called him a pretty boy and Grandma had disapproved of Violet marrying him.

Blinded by love, Violet had eloped with him, despite her family’s objections. Who would have thought the scholarly-looking man was essentially a scoundrel at heart?

The face was the index of the mind. Over the years, middle-aged Carl had become bloated and repugnant.

Leanne stood calmly before him, “The fact that the Richardson family adopted the orphaned daughter of Joseph was news back then. The Richardson family is the best proof.”

“That’s ancient history. Who knows? Maybe they just picked up some random kid like you and claimed you to be Joseph’s daughter! Besides, the Richardson family was all for show to make a name for themselves. Do you think that counts as evidence? Let’s see if a judge buys it!”

Leanne smiled faintly, “No worries. If the judge doesn’t believe the news, they’ll believe the results of a DNA test.”

“Do you think I’m a toddler? Your parents have been dead for nearly twenty years. Go take a DNA test with a ghost.”