The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 137

137 Chapter 137 Who Keeps Me Company

Blanche’s POV 1

I glanced up at the half–open window. Cool autumn air drifted through, catching the sheer curtain’s edge.

The breeze carried a hint of Vincent’s cologne still hanging in the room.

‘Did Vincent slip into my room while I was out?‘

I stood and moved to the window, scanning left and right. No sign of him anywhere.

I reached out and pulled the window shut.

My phone buzzed the second I closed it.

I walked back to the bed and grabbed my phone. Zain’s name lit up the screen.

After a beat of hesitation, I answered. “Hello,” I said, my voice flat and drained.

Silence stretched on the other end before Zain spoke, his tone soft and worried. “Did you get those wounds treated?”

His belated concern sent a sharp pang through my chest, but I kept my expression neutral. “Yeah, I did.”

Zain exhaled, relief evident in his voice. “Good.”

After a pause, I asked, “What about Carry? Did she get her injuries checked?”

“Yeah, she’s already back from the hospital,” Zain replied.

“Okay,” I said, already moving to end the call.

But Zain caught on and quickly called out, “Blanche, wait.”

My finger froze over the end button. “What else?”

His voice came through rough and direct. “Vincent and I have business conflicts. I don’t want you getting too close to him.” His tone was

commanding, like he was giving me orders.

Irritation flared at his words. I let out a cold laugh. “Zain, stay in your lane.” I hung up.

Zain’s POV

I stared at the phone as the line went dead, my expression darkening.

Behind me, Carry lay in bed, her wide eyes fixed on my back. “Daddy,” she called softly, her voice gentle and slightly coy.

I pocketed my phone and turned around, forcing a smile. “What is it?”

“Is Mommy okay?” Carry asked, worry threading through her voice.

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I nodded. “Yeah, she’s fine.”

“Did she go back home?” Carry pressed, curiosity taking over.

I hesitated. “I forgot to ask.

Carry’s face fell. “Does that mean Mommy can’t come see me?”

Despite always claiming she didn’t like her mom and didn’t want to see her, whenever Carry felt sick or scared, she couldn’t help but long for her mother.

Seeing Carry’s dejected expression, I walked over and sat on the edge of her bed. I gently ruffled her hair. “Do you want Mommy to come

visit you?”

Carry buried her face in the pillow, showing only her profile to me as she mumbled, “Maybe a little, but not that much. I have you and Miss Joanna. That’s enough.”

I softly stroked Carry’s cheek, my heart aching at how much she clearly missed her mother.

I didn’t say anything more, just tried to comfort her and told her to get some rest.

It was late, and Carry soon drifted off to sleep.

I gazed down at Carry’s peaceful face, my heart heavy.

Once Carry was deeply asleep, I quietly slipped out of the room. I went to my study and called Blanche again.

It rang for a long time before she finally answered..

I cut straight to the point. “Carry wants to see you.”

I could sense Blanche’s surprise at that, and I imagined she was probably thinking about how Carry always claimed to hate her. Why

would she want to see her now?

So Blanche replied, “It’s already late. Just take care of her, okay? I need some sleep.”

Before I could respond, Blanche hung up. After ending the call, she switched her phone to silent.

Blanche’s POV

That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamed about the agony of giving birth to Carry.

I had a natural birth, but during labor, a blood vessel in my cervix ruptured, causing massive bleeding and severe infection. The doctors had to give me a complete blood transfusion just to save my life.

That kind of pain was something only I could truly understand. The terror back then nearly consumed me completely. But somehow, I

survived.

But every time I recalled those days, it felt suffocating–like the memory itself was strangling me.

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When I woke up the next morning, tears had dried on my cheeks. I sat on my bed, staring blankly into space.

I don’t know how long I sat there when a knock came at the door. Camila called from the hallway, “Aunt Blanche, are you awake? Can I

come in and see you?”

Camila’s voice snapped me out of my trance.

I quickly cleared my throat and replied, “Yeah, I’m awake. Come in.”

Camila pushed the door open and walked in. She wore pink pajamas and clutched a small stuffed animal. When she reached my bed, she

climbed up and lay down beside me.

Camila snuggled up next to me, her face full of concern. “Aunt Blanche, Daddy and Mommy said you got bitten by a dog. Are you okay

now?”

I wrapped my arms around Camila and said softly, “I’m fine now.”

Camila looked up at me, her voice sweet as honey. “Daddy and Mommy told me to take care of you. They said I should take you out to

cheer you up.”

I gently ruffled Camila’s hair. “Just having you here makes me happy.”

Camila hugged me tightly and planted a kiss on my cheek. Then she handed the stuffed animal to me. “Aunt Blanche, Isabela gave me

this. She said someone wanted you to have it.”

I looked down at the toy in Camila’s hands. It wasn’t very big, just a simple child’s toy, but Camila said it was meant for me.

I picked it up and examined it. It wasn’t a fancy brand, just a plain stuffed animal with a smiling face.

After thinking for a moment, I figured it must be from Vincent. I couldn’t think of anyone else who would give me something like this.

After placing the stuffed animal by my pillow, I heard Camila chirp, “Aunt Blanche, get ready. I’m taking you out to play.”

Since it was Saturday and I didn’t want to dampen Camila’s mood, I agreed.

Camila said she was taking me out for some fun, but she actually brought me straight to the amusement park.

I didn’t spoil Camila’s little surprise; I just went along with it and kept her company.

At the amusement park, Camila hopped onto the carousel while I stood nearby, snapping tons of photos and cheering her on, telling her

how adorable she looked–making Camila feel like the star of the show.

“Camila, give me a big smile. Stretch your arms out. Yes, that’s perfect, Camila looks gorgeous,” I cheered.

“Take one more, Aunt Blanche,” Camila called out.

“Oh wow, Camila, you look amazing in photos. You’re just too cute. I absolutely adore you,” I gushed.

The carousel spun round and round, and I kept my phone up, capturing every moment.

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Zain’s POV

Meanwhile, I had brought Carry to the amusement park, too.

“Daddy, I want to ride the carousel,” Carry said.

I, holding Carry in my arms, didn’t hesitate. “Okay, I’ll take you.”

But as we approached the carousel, Carry and I both spotted Blanche standing with her back to us, taking photos of Camila.

I watched Blanche cheer, “Camila, give me a big smile. Stretch your arms out. Yes, that’s perfect, Camila looks gorgeous.”

“Take one more, Aunt Blanche,” Camila called out from the carousel.

“Oh wow, Camila, you look amazing in photos. You’re just too cute. I absolutely adore you,” Blanche gushed.

The carousel was spinning round and round, and Blanche kept her phone up, capturing every moment.

Carry saw Blanche fussing over Camila and suddenly pouted. “Daddy, I don’t want to ride the carousel anymore,” she said, sounding

upset.

I noticed Carry’s sour mood and thought she might be feeling unwell. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

Carry nestled into my neck and mumbled, “Can we go find Miss Joanna instead?”

I held Carry with one arm and gently stroked the back of her head. “Miss Joanna’s busy with her research project these days, so we

shouldn’t bother her right now.”

Carry pouted, looking even more dejected. “But then nobody’s here to spend time with me.”

Blanche was hanging out with Camila, and Joanna was caught up with her research.

I could tell Carry was wondering who was there to keep her company.

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