The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 263

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Blanche’s POV

I racked my brain, genuinely drawing a blank–I couldn’t recall making Vincent any sort of promise.

Vincent watched me, clearly amused rather than irritated. He leaned in with a mischievous grin and said, “Doesn’t matter whether you remember. I do, and that’s what counts.”

I studied his face, sensing he wasn’t bluffing. But I furrowed my brow in bewilderment and pressed, “Vincent, I honestly can’t remember any of that. What if you’ve mistaken me for someone else?”

Vincent moved even closer, his forehead nearly touching mine as he murmured, “Then let’s pretend. You’re the only one I want anyway.”

His warm breath caressed my skin as he spoke.

I stood frozen, my vision blurring as I gazed at Vincent’s face.

He was so near that his features became indistinct

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before my eyes.

His face turned into a soft blur in my sight, and suddenly, that strange sense of familiarity welled up from deep within.

But where could I have possibly encountered him before?

I wasn’t certain, though one thing I knew without doubt–I’d never made Vincent any promises.

Still, concerned about Amara Jerry, I didn’t linger on the mystery.

Zain’s POV

I drove back to Blissfield Villa alone, without Blanche.

I remained agitated about Vincent whisking her away.

Before entering the house, I paused to collect myself.

When I walked into Blissfield Villa, Heidi had already prepared dinner and was waiting.

Hearing the car pull up, Oswald folded his newspaper and put on his reading glasses.

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He looked toward the door expectantly, but only I entered by myself.

Heidi had just placed the final dish on the table, stood upright, and glanced over with curiosity–scanning behind me to see if anyone accompanied me.

Not spotting Blanche anywhere, Heidi’s brow creased slightly as she inquired, “Mr. Jacob, isn’t Blanche coming home for dinner tonight?”

I removed my jacket and answered, “She’s pulling an all–nighter at work.”

Oswald’s expression soured as he removed his glasses and slammed them down. “Working late? Or does she simply refuse to come home?”

I hung my coat and faced Oswald. “She’s genuinely working late.”

Oswald exhaled in frustration, thinking, ‘Whatever I say, if Blanche won’t come home, that’s the end of it!‘

Despite the dining table being laden with various delicacies, Oswald barely touched his food.

Midway through the meal, Oswald dropped his

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chopsticks, looked up at me–who was listlessly pushing food around my plate—and asked, “What’s your take on Blanche’s recent behavior?”

I kept my head lowered, but my grip on my chopsticks wavered slightly upon hearing Oswald’s question.

After a moment’s hesitation, I answered softly, “That’s

behind us now.”

Oswald’s frown deepened as he pressed, “What about the future? Are you still considering having another

child?”

I placed my chopsticks down and met Oswald’s eyes. “I haven’t sorted that out yet. Even if we try for a second baby, it’ll need to wait until she’s fully recovered.”

I’d never revealed to Oswald that Blanche might struggle to conceive again due to complications from her previous procedure.

Oswald released a weary sigh. “Had I known she’d turn out this way, I never would have arranged your match.”

I had reached my limit. I grabbed a napkin to clean my mouth, then pushed back my chair and rose. “Grandpa,

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I’m done eating. I’m heading upstairs,” I declared, making my desire to end the conversation clear.

Upstairs, I flicked on the bedroom light.

The space looked nothing like when Blanche had lived there.

During her time here, the bed had always been adorned with vibrant, cheerful linens. Now, the bedding remained perpetually black, white, or gray.

Some of Joanna’s possessions sat uncomfortably in the room, seeming entirely misplaced.

I opened the drawer and retrieved the finalized

divorce documents.

Though I had established all the conditions myself, I found myself reviewing them once more.

Beyond the two billion yuan settlement, Blanche had requested absolutely nothing.

No custody battle, no property, no vehicle–nothing whatsoever.

After everything they’d endured, all she’d gained from

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their marriage was that two billion yuan.

Truthfully, the compensation I’d offered wasn’t

particularly generous.

What struck me most, however, was that the woman who had once prioritized me above all else was actually proceeding with the divorce.

She’d even severed connections with her own family for my sake.

And now, she was the one requesting the divorce, with the cooling–off period nearly expired.

As I contemplated this, an odd pain twisted in my

chest.

Right then, my phone began ringing.

I looked down and saw Joanna’s name on the screen.

I answered, and Joanna’s panicked voice came through, “Zain, Carry’s running a fever.”

Upon hearing those words, any hint of melancholy disappeared. I sprang to my feet and rushed out immediately.

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At the neighboring villa, Joanna sat with Carry’s head resting in her lap, while Lillian paced anxiously nearby, consumed with worry.

I hurried over and carefully scooped Carry into my

arms.

Joanna rose as well, staying close behind me as I

headed for the exit.

Lillian instinctively moved to follow, but Joanna caught on and quickly interjected, “Mom, you don’t need to tag along. Zain and I will handle this.”

Joanna added a subtle wink toward Lillian as she

spoke.

Lillian understood the signal, leaned closer, and whispered, “Just make sure that child doesn’t say anything foolish.”

Joanna gave Lillian’s hand a comforting squeeze. “Don’t worry, Mom. Everything’s fine.”

Hearing this, Lillian finally exhaled in relief.

Upon reaching the hospital, I transferred Carry to the

doctor’s care.

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Following a comprehensive examination, they discovered she had a bacterial infection.

The doctor prescribed an IV drip and medication. Joanna remained with Carry during her treatment, while I went to complete the paperwork and collect the prescriptions.

Since I was unfamiliar with hospital protocols, I actually got scolded by the elderly woman at the payment counter.

I had never been known for patience. When she snapped at me, I simply fixed her with a stare cold enough to freeze fire, holding her gaze for an eternity.

I remained silent, just standing there as an icy atmosphere enveloped the area. The woman immediately recognized her mistake, her voice diminishing as she apologized, “I’m sorry, I was rushing.”

My eyes narrowed. After a prolonged moment, I delivered a casually frigid warning, “You’ll be out of a job soon enough.”

Having delivered that statement, I pivoted and walked

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away without another glance.

The woman sat there, completely dumbfounded.

If it had been anyone else, she might have assumed I was merely posturing. But I possessed such a commanding presence–my gaze alone could chill someone to their core, making her believe I absolutely meant every syllable.

After handling the payments and collecting the medication, I walked toward where Carry was receiving her IV treatment.

But as I moved, my mind drifted back to Blanche.

Children frequently develop fevers, but given Carry’s fragile health, she fell ill far more often than most. She’d suffered various minor ailments since childhood, and Blanche must have made countless hospital visits with her.

Initially, Blanche would constantly text me, hoping I’d come home to support her and help care for Carry.

Eventually, those messages ceased, and she ended up making those numerous hospital trips entirely alone.

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As these recollections surfaced, I began losing my

composure.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Blanche’s number.

The call connected, but she never answered.

I stood in the hospital’s courtyard, determined not to surrender–as though I wouldn’t quit until Blanche finally responded.

I kept dialing, repeatedly, but still, she wouldn’t

answer.

After I’d called many times, Joanna finally emerged from the hospital.

She noticed me standing in the courtyard and approached, looking confused. “Zain, what’s wrong?”

At her voice, I quickly turned my phone away, hoping Joanna wouldn’t see I was attempting to reach Blanche again.

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