The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 150

150 Chapter 150 A Cold And Selfish Promise

Blanche’s POV 1

The emergency room reeked of antiseptic and fear. Oswald lay tangled in a web of wires and monitors, machines beeping their urgent

warnings into the sterile air.

I took one look at the readings and knew how bad things were. My medical training kicked in automatically, cataloging the critical signs.

Zain and I rushed to the bedside. Oswald’s face was ghost–white, his eyes barely cracked open. My chest tightened at the sight.

“Blanche…” Oswald’s voice came out paper–thin.

I grabbed his hand, blinking back tears. “I’m here, Grandpa.”

He was the reason I’d gotten to marry Zain in the first place. Without his stubborn insistence, I never would’ve ended up with the man

I’d actually wanted. Even though everything went sideways later, Oswald had been my champion when it mattered most.

All these years of marriage, he’d never stopped treating me like family. I owed him everything.

Oswald’s fingers brushed mine before he turned to Zain. “Zain…”

Zain placed his hand over Oswald’s weathered one.

Oswald brought our hands together, his breathing labored. “I’m running out of time. Just promise me you’ll take care of each other. Give

me another grandchild to hold before I go. That’s all I need.”

I wasn’t shocked by the request.

But Zain just smirked, his tone caught between humor and defiance. “Kaden and Tia are practically adults now. If you want more

grandkids, stick around for theirs.”

Oswald started coughing violently, setting off every alarm in the room.

I quickly rubbed his chest. “Easy, Grandpa. Just breathe.”

My gentle touch seemed to settle him.

Zain went dead silent, his face full of regret.

Oswald fixed Zain with a hard stare, his voice barely a rasp. “I want to hold your baby with Blanche. Those two are still kids, I might not

last long enough to see their children.”

Zain hesitated before nodding. “I’ll make it happen, Grandpa. I promise.”

I shot him a withering look, but with Oswald fighting for his life, I swallowed my anger.

The ER team kicked us out before we could say much more.

Zain caught my arm once we were in the hallway. “We need to talk.”

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I wasn’t sure what game he was playing, but I followed him anyway.

He led me to the outdoor area by the ER, stopping at a metal railing. The cigarette he pulled out glowed like a tiny star against the

darkness.

I stayed quiet, watching his face disappear into shadow.

After a long drag, he finally spoke. “What were you doing at Jacob Manor tonight?”

I kept it simple. “Getting the marriage certificate back from Grandpa.”

Zain crushed his cigarette under his heel, grinding it into dust. “You went for the certificate? Do you even understand why he took it?”

His voice was sharp with anger, but I didn’t care. “I’ve never lied to you, Zain. I want a divorce. You’re the one stalling.”

Zain turned away, fighting for control.

I could see him wrestling with something – probably wondering if I’d somehow caused Oswald’s fall. He knew it wasn’t fair, but the

thought was eating at him anyway.

When he finally looked back, his voice was rough. “You know Grandpa will never let us divorce.”

I kept my tone level. “We can’t hide this forever, even from him.”

“Could you live with yourself if something happened to him because of this?”

I didn’t flinch. “Then do what I’m asking. Let’s get the certificate reissued and handle this right.”

Zain rubbed his temples, pulling out another cigarette but not lighting it. “Blanche, are you really that desperate to get away from me?”

I stood in the shadows, my voice steady. “Yes, Zain. I stopped wanting to be with you a long time ago.”

Zain didn’t seem to process what I’d said. He flicked his lighter, watched the flame dance, then let it die. His eyes found mine. “Not with

Grandpa like this. I can’t do a divorce right now.”

I actually laughed. “The divorce and Grandpa’s condition are separate issues. Why are you mixing them up?”

But Zain was already lost in his own world. “And we need to start working on that second kid.”

Zain’s POV

Oswald was the only real family I had left. My parents had always been too busy with work to pay me much attention. Oswald had been

the one to put up with my troublemaking, to play with me, to actually be there.

Grandpa had basically raised me. No wonder we were so tight.

Right now, nothing else existed for me except making sure my grandfather could die in peace.

If another grandchild was what Oswald wanted, I would move heaven and earth to make it happen.

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Blanche’s POV

I listened to his selfish little scheme and let out a bitter laugh. “Why don’t you have your second kid with Joanna instead?”

Zain took another drag, smoke curling around his face and hiding his expression. But his voice cut through clear and cold. “I’m only

having another child with you.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut.

I knew exactly why he’d only consider me for this. He’d watched me nearly die bringing Carry into the world, and he was terrified of

putting Joanna through the same risk.

Anyone but Joanna was expendable. But I was special – his personal breeding machine.

The thought made bile rise in my throat.

I forced down the nausea and shot back, “In your dreams.”

I spun around and walked away.

Zain made a grab for me, but his fingers caught nothing but air.

He just stood there watching me leave, not even trying to follow.

Oswald’s accident had blown up all his carefully laid plans. Now he’d have to figure out a whole new approach.

When I got back to Callum Mansion, exhaustion hit me like a truck. All I wanted was to collapse into bed.

I forced myself through dinner with the family, putting on my best normal act so they wouldn’t worry.

Afterward, I used being tired as an excuse to escape upstairs.

I washed up quickly, put my phone on silent, and crashed.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard my window sliding open.

I’m a light sleeper, so I was awake instantly.

A dark figure tumbled through the window with a loud crash that seemed to echo through the quiet house.

I sat up, about to investigate, when Quinton knocked on my door. “Blanche, everything okay in there?”

I saw it was Vincent sprawled on my floor. Even from across the room, I could smell the alcohol radiating off him.

He was completely wasted.

Not wanting Quinton to get suspicious, I called out quickly, “I’m fine, Quinton. Just tripped and fell.”

Quinton didn’t sound entirely convinced, but he wouldn’t barge into his sister’s room. “Be careful in there.”

“Got it!”

I waited until his footsteps faded before getting out of bed and going to Vincent.

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He was face–down on the floor, completely motionless.

Worried he might actually be hurt, I gave him a gentle shake. “Vincent?”

At the sound of my voice, Vincent managed to prop himself up against the window. His face was flushed red with alcohol, his eyes glassy

and unfocused. But when he saw me, something flickered back to life in them.

When he finally spoke, his voice was thick with hurt, like a kid who’d just had his favorite toy taken away.

“Blanche, you’re such a liar. Big liar.”

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