The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 22

22 Chapter 22 A Daughters Silent Vow

Amiya rushed to the bedside, her voice barely above a whisper. “Miss Carry, what’s the matter?” 1

The sight of the maid only made Carry sob harder. “I want Daddy… I want Daddy…”

Her small fists pounded the sheets as her legs thrashed in frustration.

Amiya extended a gentle hand. “Miss Carry, Mr. Jacob’s already gone to work. He said Mrs. Jacob would drive you to preschool. Come on,

let’s get you cleaned up.”

Carry spotted the cooking grease still clinging to Amiya’s fingers and shoved her away with disgust. “Don’t touch me with those gross

hands.”

Amiya pulled back, her voice still patient. “Alright, don’t cry, Miss Carry. Mrs. Jacob will be back soon to help you get ready.”

Carry twisted away, her jaw set stubbornly. “I don’t want her helping me.”

Amiya exhaled slowly, fighting to keep her composure. “Miss Carry, let me at least get you dressed before Mrs. Jacob returns. Otherwise

you’ll miss school entirely.”

But Carry wasn’t having it. “Go away! You’re not my mom!”

Left with no other choice, Amiya dialed Zain.

He picked up on the second ring. “What is it?”

Sweat beaded on Amiya’s forehead as panic crept into her voice. “Mr. Jacob, Miss Carry won’t stop crying and she’s refusing to let me

help her get ready. Could you ask Mrs. Jacob to come home?”

“She’s not back yet?” Zain’s tone sharpened with irritation.

“No sir, not yet.”

A tense silence stretched between them before Zain spoke. “Hand the phone to Carry.”

Amiya hurried over with the device. “Miss Carry, your father wants to speak with you.”

Despite her tantrum, Carry snatched the phone. “Daddy…” Her voice came out rough and scratchy from all the crying.

“Stop this crying right now.” His words cut through the line, cold and commanding.

Carry caught the edge in her father’s voice and her defiance crumbled slightly. “You left without saying goodbye. When I woke up, you

were just… gone.”

Zain offered no explanation, his voice turning razor–sharp. “Let Amiya get you washed and fix your hair. Your mother will drive you to school when she gets back.”

“But I don’t want-”

“End of discussion.”

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Carry started to protest again, but something in her father’s tone made her snap her mouth shut.

She dropped her gaze and mumbled reluctantly, “Okay.”

“I’ll call her to come get you. You don’t have to talk to her if you don’t want to. But she’s still your mother, and taking you to school is her

job.”

“Yes, Daddy,”

After ending the call, Zain immediately tried Blanche’s number, but it went straight to voicemail–she was deep in patient consultations

at the clinic with her phone silenced.

Zain’s POV

I figured she’d probably left it in her office while taking Oswald to his appointment and decided against calling again.

I reasoned that regardless of whatever tension existed between us, Carry was still her daughter. She wouldn’t just abandon her

completely.

With that thought, I fired off a quick text: *Take Carry to school. I’m at the office.*

Meanwhile, Amiya had managed to dress Carry, braid her hair, and set breakfast in front of her.

For a while, they sat waiting, but Blanche still hadn’t shown up.

Amiya’s anxiety spiked as she rushed outside to look for her.

Just then, Oswald appeared in the foyer, leaning heavily on his walking stick, his brow furrowed at Amiya’s frantic pace. “What’s got you

in such a state?”

Amiya glanced behind him, searching for Blanche, then asked with growing confusion, “Mr. Jacob, where’s Mrs. Jacob? Miss Carry’s going

to be late if she doesn’t hurry.”

Oswald’s frown deepened. “She left quite a while ago. Isn’t Zain still upstairs? Why isn’t he handling this?”

“He left for work too. He specifically told me that Mrs. Jacob should take her.“”

Oswald’s expression darkened like a storm cloud. “Gone for that long? What the hell is Zain thinking, leaving his own daughter’s

education hanging in the balance?”

From the living room came the sound of Carry’s renewed sobbing. “Bad Mommy! Bad Mommy!”

Oswald’s heart clenched. He swept her into his arms, his voice gentle despite his anger. “Shh, sweetheart. Don’t cry. Grandpa will take

you to school,”

Carry’s tears came in waves, and it took several minutes of Oswald’s patient comfort before she finally settled into quiet hiccups.

In the end, Oswald had the family driver escort Carry to preschool.

By the time they pulled up to the school gates, it was already well past the start of morning activities, and the other children were in the

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middle of their morning dance routine.

Carry stood frozen at the entrance. The teacher who always greeted her with a warm smile was nowhere to be seen.

The security guard unlocked the gate and crouched down to her level. “Miss Carry, running a bit behind today?”

The question was all it took to start the waterworks again, and Carry’s sobs echoed across the courtyard.

Usually, it was Joanna who brought her to school, and Joanna was never late. The teachers always had praise and a shiny sticker waiting

for her.

But today, there would be no sticker.

Throughout the morning, Carry felt the teacher’s gaze on her–cool and disapproving. Even when she raised her hand enthusiastically,

she was consistently ignored.

Her mood remained black as thunder for the rest of the day.

She spent every free moment mentally cursing Blanche, her resentment growing like poison in her chest.

No apology, no explanation—just making her look like a problem child.

She made a silent vow: she’d never speak to her again.

Blanche’s POV

The clinic doors locked at closing time, and I finally made my escape from the hospital.

Sliding into my car, I grabbed my phone and discovered a pile of messages I’d missed–not just Zain’s curt text about Carry’s school run,

but also one from my father.

*Blanche, your mother and I have been cooking all day. Please bring Carry over for dinner. We just want to spend time with our

granddaughter.*

Dad’s persistent requests left me with no wiggle room.

I took a steadying breath and pointed my car toward Zain’s office building.

If Carry was going to visit her grandparents without throwing a complete fit, her father would need to be the one convincing her.

After all, it was just this once.

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