The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 169

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169 Chapter 169 Her Tears Were Powerless

169 Chapter 169 Her Tears Were Powerless

Blanche’s POV

Yoli’s words sent ice through my veins.

Fortunately, Yoli hurried off to handle other business, ending our talk abruptly.

After wrestling with my thoughts, I made up my mind to see Carry at Blissfield Villa.

During the drive, Yoli’s comments echoed relentlessly in my head.

Carry had once been such an angelic child, nothing like she was now.

Years ago, before I’d entered the workforce, Carry was still very young–well–mannered, spirited, and perpetually bright. When I’d take

her on outings, other moms would stop us to ask her age and rave about how precious she was.

Now everything had shifted. Carry struggled to connect with anyone.

Even Camila seemed to have lost interest in her.

Reaching Blissfield Villa, I found the living room empty of Carry. Heidi bustled around the kitchen while Lillian sprawled across the sofa,

munching popcorn and staring at the TV.

At the sound of my approach, Lillian glanced over. The instant she spotted me, irritation flashed in her eyes.

I brushed past her without acknowledgment, heading straight for the kitchen.

Heidi’s eyes widened in surprise. “Mrs. Jacob?”

I cut straight to the point. “Where’s Carry?”

“Miss Carry’s in her room upstairs,” Heidi answered.

“Why isn’t she at school today?” I pressed.

Heidi paused, collecting her thoughts. “Mr. Jacob called this morning asking me to take her. But right before we were supposed to leave,

Carry said her stomach hurt. So she stayed home”

An uneasy feeling twisted in my gut at her explanation.

Is she having trouble at school? Is she being excluded? Is that why she’s avoiding it?”

The possibility crushed my heart.

Heidi caught my worried expression and seemed ready to speak, but the words never came.

Instead, she asked, “Are you planning to stay for dinner?”

I shook myself from my spiraling thoughts. “Yes, go ahead with your preparations. I need to check on Carry upstairs.”

“Of course,” Heidi nodded.

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I climbed the stairs cautiously, stopping at Carry’s bedroom door. Rather than barging in, I leaned forward and peered inside.

Carry sat hunched over a small table, mechanically moving her toys around.

No smile crossed her face; she looked utterly miserable.

My chest tightened with pain seeing her like this.

After hesitating, I tapped gently on the door.

Carry’s head snapped up at the sound, and she started to say, “Miss…”

But she caught herself after that single word, her voice trailing off as her brief smile vanished.

The crushing disappointment written across Carry’s young features made my heart break.

Even so, I entered and settled beside my daughter, studying her with gentle eyes. “Carry, can you tell Mommy why you skipped school

today?”

Carry offered no greeting, wouldn’t meet my gaze, just went rigid for a heartbeat before returning to her toys.

I exhaled heavily, recognizing she wouldn’t respond. I tried again softly, “Carry?”

Carry continued manipulating her toys, giving me nothing but silence.

My voice rose involuntarily, irritation creeping in. “Carry Jacob!”

I was losing my temper, using her complete name.

But Carry pretended not to hear.

I shot to my feet, prepared to lecture her. Yet seeing her total indifference, I abandoned the impulse and backed down.

Carry remained absorbed in her play while I sat watching quietly. Neither of us spoke, maintaining our stubborn standoff.

When Heidi appeared upstairs, she must have expected to find a tender mother–daughter moment. Instead, the room hung heavy with

silence–not a single word passing between us.

Pausing at the threshold, Heidi knocked softly. “Mrs. Jacob, Miss Carry, dinner’s served.”

I rose, crouched to Carry’s eye level, and spoke gently, “Come on, Carry, let’s go eat dinner.”

Carry abandoned her toys, but rather than accepting my outstretched hand, she darted around me straight to Heidi.

Grabbing Heidi’s hand, she hit up with a radiant smile. “Heidi, what amazing food did you cook tonight?”

Heidi shot me an uncomfortable glance before turning to Carry. “I prepared your favorite shrimp.”

Carry’s face glowed. “Thank you, Heidi! You’re absolutely wonderful!”

I stood paralyzed in the bedroom, numbness spreading through my entire body.

‘She’s so affectionate with everyone else, but when it comes to me… she builds walls. Yet I’m her mother!

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The thought sent agony through my chest.

Downstairs, Carry and Lillian had already claimed their seats, attacking their meals enthusiastically.

As I joined them, Lillian rolled her eyes dramatically and muttered, “How pathetic.” Though she spoke quietly, I caught every word.

Right in front of Carry, Lillian showed zero concern for being a role model. She simply voiced whatever crossed her mind.

I gritted my teeth but stayed silent for Carry’s benefit. I refused to curse or start drama in front of my daughter.

Children absorb everything they witness, I reflected. ‘Bad behaviors stick after just a few exposures.

Heidi had barely finished arranging the dishes when Lillian commanded, “Heidi, come sit and shell some shrimp for Carry. She adores

shrimp.”

Hearing this, I fixed Carry with a firm stare and said crisply, “Carry, I’ve explained this countless times. If you want shrimp, shell them

yourself. People won’t always cater to you. You must learn independence.”

Lillian, assuming I was starting trouble, barked even louder, “Heidi, are you ignoring me? Shell the shrimp!”

Heidi appeared caught in the middle, darting glances between Lillian and me.

I held my ground. I gave Heidi a pointed look and declared, “Heidi, I’ve made this clear before–Carry’s old enough now. Stop coddling

her. Handle your other duties; she doesn’t need you hovering over her. She’s perfectly capable.”

Ultimately, Heidi heeded my instructions and exited the dining room.

Carry’s face collapsed. Realizing no one would shell her shrimp, she dissolved into sobs.

I remained stone–faced, watching her tears without offering comfort.

Lillian immediately turned to console Carry. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’ll shell them for you.”

Carry nodded through her tears. “Thank you, Grandma Lillian,” she whimpered.

While Lillian worked, she leaned close and whispered, “Now, do you see who truly cares about you and who doesn’t?”

Before Carry could reply, my control snapped. I slammed my utensils down and jumped up. “Carry, come upstairs with me. Mommy

needs to have a serious talk with you.”

Carry continued her act of treating me like I didn’t exist.

My patience finally shattered. I marched around the table, scooped Carry into my arms, and headed for the stairs.

Carry thrashed and fought to escape, but she was no match for my determination.

In the end, I carried Carry directly to the room.

I deposited her firmly on the couch and demanded in a raised voice, “Do you understand what you did wrong?

Carry refused to answer, only sobbed more intensely.

I neither criticized nor consoled, simply positioned myself beside her and allowed her to cry.

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Carry clearly expected her tears to guilt me or make me cave, but even after crying for what felt like forever, I remained unmoved.

Carry quickly realized her tears were powerless.

Changing strategies, she grabbed her stomach and moaned dramatically, curling into a ball on the couch.

Still, I maintained my silence, refusing to surrender.

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