The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 180

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180 Chapter 180 All That Effort Ruined

Blanche’s POV 1

Watching Carry’s temperature spike so high left Zain and me riddled with worry.

The nurse wore a defeated expression. “I’ll check with the doctor about our options.”

I gave her a quick nod, trusting her to handle it.

Zain dropped into the chair beside me, his concerned eyes fixed on Carry.

A few minutes passed before the nurse came back, recommending we hold off a bit longer to see if Carry’s fever might break on its own.

Being a doctor myself, I knew fevers didn’t just vanish in seconds.

I’ll monitor her again in a while, I decided silently.

Carry seemed alert enough that we didn’t need to panic just yet.

Zain kept stroking Carry’s cheek tenderly, clearly heartbroken seeing her like this.

Though Carry’s complexion was ghostly white, she still managed a brave smile for Zain. “Dad, I’m okay, really.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and tears started pouring down my cheeks before I could stop them.

Zain noticed my breakdown and murmured softly, “Carry will be fine, don’t cry.”

I stayed quiet. Words seemed pointless right now.

My tears weren’t about Carry being sick–they were because she only thought to reassure Zain, like I wasn’t even there.

I’m just as worried about her as he is… maybe more, I thought bitterly.

But Carry always played favorites, only caring about making her father feel better.

With Carry this sick, leaving never crossed my mind–I wanted nothing more than to stay right here in this hospital room with my

daughter.

A while later, Carry’s fever broke, though she seemed even more drained than before.

We managed to get her to sleep, but she threw up soon after and her temperature spiked again.

Carry’s fever kept cycling up and down all night, leaving Zain and me completely sleepless.

Early in the morning, after her fever finally dropped for good, she whispered groggily, “Mom…”

Hearing my daughter finally call for me made my heart leap, and I answered immediately, my voice thick with emotion, “I’m here, baby.”

I grabbed Carry’s hand right away, bringing it to my lips for a gentle kiss.

Still half–delirious with tears in her eyes, Carry croaked, “Mom, I’m craving some fish.”

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Those simple words completely melted my heart.

I promised without hesitation, “Absolutely, sweetheart–I’ll cook you fresh fish today.”

Carry went quiet after that, slipping back into peaceful sleep.

Watching my daughter finally rest easy, I exhaled deeply in relief.

Zain, noticing how exhausted I looked, suggested, “Maybe you should go home and sleep? I can watch Carry.”

I almost laughed–if it wasn’t so infuriating. Sure, Zain had been here all night, but when it came to actually comforting and caring for

Carry, I’d done most of the work.

Now that our daughter was finally sleeping, he wanted to send me away. Where was this concern for my rest when Carry was burning up

at midnight?

Something inside me just snapped. I shot Zain a withering look and snarled, “Get lost.”

Zain’s expression darkened with obvious irritation at what he clearly saw as my unreasonable behavior. “Blanche, could you please act

like an adult?”

I didn’t even look at him. I stood up and marched straight out of the hospital room.

Seeing me leave, Zain called after me, “At least let me drive you home.”

I waved him off. “Don’t bother–just stay with Carry.”

Zain fell silent, and I walked out.

When I stepped outside the hospital, streetlights still illuminated the empty roads.

I stood at the curb flagging down a taxi, feeling dizzy and disoriented, like I was moving through a haze.

A sleepless night combined with emotional exhaustion had left me so drained I could barely keep myself upright.

But thoughts of my sick little girl gave me purpose–I was determined to go home and prepare breakfast Carry would actually want to

eat.

Once I finally caught a cab, exhaustion overtook me so completely that I dozed off almost immediately.

The driver’s voice calling my name at our destination was what finally woke me up.

After paying the fare, I headed straight into Blissfield Villa.

Going back to the Callum Mansion this early would have woken everyone up, so coming here made more sense.

Plus, Carry felt more comfortable with everything at Blissfield Villa anyway.

I threw myself into cooking breakfast for Carry in the kitchen.

When the porridge finished cooking, I spooned it into a container and placed it on the dining table.

After cleaning up, I decided to prepare a light side dish to accompany the porridge.

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When I emerged from the kitchen, I found Lillian seated at the dining table with the porridge container I had carefully prepared for

Carry already opened.

Lillian glared at the small container with obvious irritation and griped, “You only made this much? What’s this supposed to feed?”

I said nothing. I walked straight over and grabbed the porridge container from Lillian’s hands without hesitation.

Still silent, I began packing the container into a small bag.

Just as I was securing the porridge, Lillian suddenly lunged forward to grab it back, snapping, “Even our servants cook better! This

pathetic amount wouldn’t satisfy a bird, and you still want to take it? Have you no decency? Aren’t you worried about divine punishment

for being so selfish?”

I absolutely refused to give Lillian the porridge.

I clutched the container firmly, and we started grappling over it.

We pulled back and forth until the container slipped from both our grips and shattered on the floor, porridge splattering everywhere.

I stared at the mess in stunned silence, finally reaching my breaking point.

Tears of rage filling my eyes, I glared at Lillian and shoved her shoulder hard. “What is wrong with you?” My voice trembled with fury.

Lillian toppled backward and hit the floor.

Before I could even register what had happened, Lillian screamed, “Blanche, are you trying to kill me?”

I couldn’t find the energy to argue. I just stood there numbly, staring at the porridge scattered across the floor, feeling completely

hollow.

I’d spent a long time carefully preparing that porridge–all for Carry.

And now, because Lillian had to interfere, all that effort was ruined.

Just then, footsteps echoed from the entrance.

Before I even turned around, Lillian had already spotted Zain walking in.

The moment she saw him, Lillian cranked up her performance, sobbing even more dramatically.

Zain entered with a deep frown etched across his face.

Before he could speak, Lillian jumped in with her complaints: “Zain, perfect timing! Look what she did–she actually pushed me!”

Zain’s eyes moved to me, standing quietly off to the side.

He remained silent, just studying me with that familiar look of suspicion I’d seen so many times before.

I felt his gaze–when I looked up, I could see the doubt written all over his expression.

I gave him a weak smile, then turned and walked back toward the kitchen.

Zain had never truly trusted me, not even now.

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So I didn’t waste my breath explaining–what would be the point?

I could hear him helping Lillian to her feet, his voice gentle as he settled her on the couch. “I’ll go talk to her,” he said, and I knew he was

coming my way.

I’d already started cooking again. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I stood at the stove, looking ready to collapse from exhaustion.

Zain approached and positioned himself beside me. Glancing my way, he said, “Aunt Lillian wants some porridge. Maybe just make extra

next time?”

His tone was carefully neutral, but I could hear the implicit criticism–that I should have been more considerate, that I should have

anticipated Lillian’s needs. As always, I was the one in the wrong.

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