The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 145

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Blanche’s POV 1

Being a doctor, I offered my professional opinion.

“The cut on your finger looks pretty deep. You need to get to the hospital for cleaning and stitches. If something rusty caused it, you’ll

need a tetanus shot too. Don’t mess around with this,” I typed.

After hitting send, I glanced at the photo again before locking my phone. Just as I was about to put it away, Vincent’s response popped

1. up.

“Are you at the hospital? I’ll come to you for the wound cleaning and stitches,” Vincent replied.

I didn’t think much of it.

If I had, I might’ve realized someone like Vincent probably had his own private doctor. Even without one, the people around him would

care more about his safety than he did. And if he were alone, he could just head straight to the hospital instead of asking for help online.

By the time he got an answer online, he’d probably be half–dead from blood loss anyway.

Looking at Vincent’s message, I just replied, “It’s the weekend. I’m not at the hospital. Just check into the ER when you get there; the

emergency doctor will handle it.”

Soon enough, Vincent messaged back: “Forget it. I’m not dying anyway.”

I frowned deeper at his response, about to try convincing him again, when Camila called out, “Aunt Blanche, are you ready?”

The little girl was clearly getting impatient.

The next day was a school day, and her homework wasn’t finished yet. Camila was a good student who always wanted her assignments

perfect and on time.

I locked my phone and smiled. “All set. Let’s head out–over by the park.”

Camila grabbed my hand. “Yay, let’s go.”

We left the Callum Mansion together, and I drove Camila to a nearby park.

The park was alive with autumn colors, perfect for kids to play in and for painting.

Once we arrived, Camila ran across the grass freely, spinning in circles as she went. When she got tired, she plopped down on the ground.

I came over, set up the easel, and handed Camila a drawing pencil. “What do you feel like drawing?” I asked.

Camila chewed on the pencil thoughtfully. After a moment, she said, “I want to draw maple leaves.”

Not far away stood a maple tree, its leaves scattered on the ground, with a few drifting right over to our feet.

I sat down beside Camila. “Then go ahead and draw them. Whatever you feel like drawing, just put it on paper. When you’re done, pick

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your favorite to show your teacher.”

Camila giggled with delight. “You’re awesome, Aunt Blanche. I really love you.”

Hearing Camila say she loved me made my heart twist with bittersweet emotion.

If I were only Camila’s aunt, I’d just feel happy about it. But the truth was, I wasn’t just Camila’s aunt; I was also a mother. And my

daughter didn’t even like me.

As these thoughts swirled in my mind, a hesitant voice called out from behind me, “Mrs. Jacob?”

I instinctively turned around at the sound. To my surprise, I saw Heidi, who was holding Carry’s hand.

Carry was dressed in a long skirt, black leggings, and stylish sneakers. Her hair was tied up in two ponytails, and she was holding a few

maple leaves in her hands.

When I saw my daughter, my heart ached, and I felt a lump form in my throat. Carry looked at me but didn’t greet me or make

After thinking it over, I looked over at Heidi and smiled, “Heidi, fancy seeing you here.”

The park wasn’t too far from Blissfield Villa, but it wasn’t exactly next door either.

Heidi’s eyes lit up when she saw me. “Mrs. Jacob, Miss Carry’s been saying she’s bored, so I brought her out for a walk. Since

Camila are here, maybe Carry can play with her?”

I glanced at Carry, who didn’t seem to mind, and nodded gently. “Sure.”

Carry, surprisingly, didn’t make a fuss, but she didn’t look all that happy either.

Upon hearing my words, even if Camila wasn’t thrilled about Carry, she let it slide because I said yes.

Camila turned to Carry, curiosity in her voice. “Carry, have you drawn your autumn picture yet?”

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Camila didn’t like Carry at school, and because of me, she liked her even less. But since Carry was my daughter, Camila figured she could

just ignore it.

Carry clutched a few maple leaves, glanced at Camila’s easel, and scrunched up her face. “Did Ms. Suzanne give us any homework?”

Camila frowned. “Didn’t anyone let you know we had homework?”

Carry shook her head. “I didn’t know.”

Camila held back from lecturing Carry and explained, “The teachers set up a parents‘ group chat. They post our weekend homework

there, and parents let us know what we need to do. Nobody told you?”

Carry pressed her lips together, staying quiet,

Seeing her silence, Camila went on, “My mom told me. She had to work, so Aunt Blanche brought me here to finish my homework.”

I sat nearby, listening to the girls‘ conversation, and couldn’t help but feel a mix of sadness and bitterness in my heart.

I knew the reason Carry hadn’t heard about the homework–it was because Joanna and Zain had overlooked it.

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I looked at Carry, my heart aching for her, but also feeling helpless. I didn’t know what to say.

Just then, Camila pulled a few sheets of paper from the easel and handed them to Carry. “Here, I’ll give you some paper too. Let’s draw

together, and Aunt Blanche can help us.”

Carry looked down at the paper but didn’t reach out to take it.

After a few seconds, Carry pushed the paper back toward Camila. “No, thanks. Miss Joanna is going to draw with me.”

With that, Carry turned and walked away.

Seeing Carry’s lonely silhouette, I couldn’t help but call out, “Carry-”

But I only managed to say her name before falling silent.

As Carry walked further away and I didn’t move, Heidi started to get anxious and called out, “Miss Carry, wait for me.”

Heidi had just sat down, but now she had to get up and chase after Carry.

After a couple of steps, Heidi turned back to me and said, “Mrs. Jacob, maybe you should go comfort her. She’s your daughter, you know.”

I didn’t even look at Heidi. I just put the paper Camila had pulled out back on the easel.

But at the same time, I answered, “Heidi, you go talk to her. I need to stay here with Camila and help her with her autumn picture. I can’t

really leave.”

Heidi sighed and shook her head, “Alright then.”

Zain’s POV

Once Heidi caught up to Carry, she gently took her hand and tried to comfort her. “Miss Carry, Mrs. Jacob really cares about you deep

down. You’re her little girl.”

Carry didn’t say a word, just kept walking, crying as she went. I could see from her expression that she knew her mom wasn’t coming

after her.

She also knew for sure now–her mom really wasn’t going to look after her anymore.

Even though she didn’t like her mom, she still wanted to cry. I could see the pain in her eyes; she must have been wondering why it hurt

so much.

Once in the car, Carry burst into tears and begged to call me.

I answered right away, my voice gentle as ever, “Carry, what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Carry sobbed, her words broken up by sniffles. “Dad, Ms. Suzanne gave us homework. Why didn’t you or Miss Joanna tell me?”

I tried to comfort her. “Don’t cry, Carry. I’ve just been so busy. I missed the kindergarten messages. I’m really sorry, okay?”

Carry cried even harder. “And what about Miss Joanna? Why didn’t she tell me either?”

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I explained, “Miss Joanna’s been caught up in her research. She must’ve forgotten to check the messages, too.”

Carry’s face was covered in tears as she said in a small, hurt voice, “But it’s due tomorrow.”

My heart ached for her, and feeling helpless, I said softly, “I’ll head home right now and help you finish your homework.”

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