The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 267

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Blanche’s POV

Vincent handled the wheel while Lucia and I occupied the back seat. Throughout the entire journey, Lucia bombarded me with nonstop chatter.

She peppered me with questions about my food preferences, whether I favored skirts over trousers, which colors I loved most, anything I might be craving, and even my preferred hangout spots.

Lucia fired off countless inquiries. My thoughts kept drifting to Amara, and my nervousness was obvious, yet I still managed to answer Lucia’s relentless stream of questions.

Before long, the vehicle pulled up in front of Amara Jerry’s apartment complex.

We all crept up the staircase, moving with extra care to avoid disturbing Amara Jerry.

Noelle remained stationed on the sofa. At the sound of the door, he swiveled around. Spotting Lucia, he rose

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to his feet and offered a hushed greeting, “Mrs. Aarav, you made it too.”

Lucia beamed at Noelle. “Yes, I’m here to help my daughter–in–law work through her troubles.”

Noelle acknowledged this with a nod, managed a brief smile, and moved out of the way.

Kingsley positioned himself near Amara Jerry’s bedroom entrance.

Noticing our return, he approached slowly. “Mrs.

Aarav.”

Lucia caught sight of the anxiety written across Kingsley’s features. She offered him a comforting smile and spoke tenderly, “Everything’s fine, don’t fret. Let me go in and see how she’s doing.”

This brought tears to Kingsley’s eyes. He whispered, “Thank you, Mrs. Aarav.”

Before entering the bedroom, Lucia looked back at me and said quietly, “Come along, Blanche.”

I didn’t waver. I simply nodded and answered, “Okay.”

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With that, I gently linked my arm with Lucia’s, and we walked into Amara’s bedroom together.

The space was shadowy, with only a tiny lamp providing weak illumination. Amara lay motionless beneath the blankets, completely still.

I couldn’t tell if she was genuinely sleeping or just pretending.

However, the instant Lucia entered, she flicked on the main ceiling light, flooding the entire room with

brilliant illumination.

The moment the stark light burst through the room, Amara reflexively tugged the covers higher, attempting to block it out.

But Lucia marched straight over and ripped the blanket off.

Exposed to the blazing light once more, Amara flung her arm across her face, her entire frame shaking as a pained cry slipped from her throat.

I felt concerned, but witnessing Lucia’s fury, I remained quiet.

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Lucia positioned herself beside the bed, her voice cutting with rage as she snapped, “Do you plan to hide in this room indefinitely? Spend your entire existence in darkness? Allow those who wounded you to escape without consequences?”

Amara wept, her voice cracking as she screamed,

“Leave! Just leave!”

From her expression, I sensed she believed no one could possibly comprehend the agony and despair consuming her from within.

Even though some claimed she wanted to go easy on Marquis, I knew it wasn’t that she didn’t want to watch

him suffer for his actions.

However, Marquis still held those recordings as leverage. If he ever released them, her profession–and her entire existence–would be completely ruined.

Amara might not be a major celebrity, but as someone somewhat in the public eye, footage like that would definitely trigger a massive scandal.

Noticing that Amara ignored every word she spoke, Lucia bent down and forcefully pulled Amara’s hands

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from her face.

Amara flinched and attempted to break free,

struggling fiercely, but Lucia’s grip was too powerful- she couldn’t break away.

Just like that, Amara’s face was exposed under the brutal glare. She squinted against the brightness, her eyes burning as tears leaked from the edges.

Amara let out a choked sob, her voice shaking with hopelessness. “Death would be preferable. At least then, this suffering would finally stop.”

Lucia cradled Amara’s face, her voice quiet and unwavering.

“Listen carefully, sweetheart. Focus on me–truly focus. Absorb every word I’m about to say.”

With those words, Lucia stood upright.

My heart broke for Amara, but internally, I couldn’t dispute that Lucia was correct–even though it was painful to acknowledge.

As Amara’s vision finally adjusted to the harsh brightness, she looked up to find Lucia still nearby.

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Gradually, Lucia started unbuttoning her blouse, then, with purposeful motions, stepped out of her trousers— all without uttering a sound.

Finally, there she stood–Lucia completely bare, with nothing concealed, not a thread of clothing on her

frame.

I gazed in shock, my voice shaking. “Aunt Lucia, what are you doing—?”

I reached forward, ready to grab some garments to cover Lucia, but Lucia raised her hand to halt me, stating firmly, “No, don’t.”

I froze in place, powerless to act, tears glistening in

my eyes.

Amara watched Lucia standing there, fully exposed, and she lost all control.

Tears began streaming down her cheeks like scattered pearls from a snapped necklace.

Lucia raised her arms, standing proudly in the harsh light, without even a trace of embarrassment. She locked eyes with Amara’s tear–filled gaze and declared

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clearly, “Look?

At the end of the day, we women are all built the same. Remove the clothing, and there’s truly no distinction. It’s simply flesh–a vessel. You possess it, I possess it, she possesses it, everyone possesses it. Will you truly allow that worthless scumbag to weaponize your own humiliation against you? Will you truly just surrender?”

“No, you cannot give up. Every woman has endured something, you have, I have, Blanche as well. It occurs.

Every grown–up experiences moments like that— honestly, who hasn’t? Even if he broadcasts those recordings for everyone to witness, what then? He should feel ashamed, not you. The only one who should feel revolting is him, not you.”

“When garbage like that attempts to trap us, we cannot let terror control our existence and we certainly don’t retreat. The more he intimidates, the fiercer we fight back. Whatever unfolds, you ensure he realizes–you are not some doormat he can abuse whenever he pleases.”

Lucia addressed Amara with the kind of genuine,

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passionate wisdom that left Amara profoundly touched, each word she uttered striking something vulnerable inside.

I listened silently, my own heart equally moved and affected by Lucia’s honest words.

Everything Lucia expressed was the raw truth.

In circumstances like this, it’s all about who has the courage to truly confront it directly and gamble everything.

If Amara could just overcome the hardest part–her own terrors–everything else would be much simpler to manage.

Seeing Amara so deeply affected, I began reaching for my own clothing, as if preparing to undress as well.

Amara quickly prevented me, saying, “Blanche, you truly don’t need to do this. I get it now. Really.”

At that, my eyes immediately filled with tears.

Amara looked over at Lucia, her voice soft but determined. “Thank you, Mrs. Aarav. I know what I must do now.”

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Lucia gave her a warm, encouraging smile. “Good, sweetheart. I’m pleased you understand.”

I rushed to gather Lucia’s clothes, quickly wrapping them around her for coverage.

Lucia gently patted my hand, her voice tender and caring. “Sweetheart.”

I felt appreciation swelling inside me. My eyes were red as I whispered, “Thank you, Mrs. Aarav.”

Lucia smiled with a hint of worldly wisdom. “I’ve experienced more than you can fathom–believe me, I’ve consumed more salt than you’ve ever eaten rice. Life has taught me plenty. When men lack shame, that’s when you must learn to abandon that pride that’s just holding you back.”

I nodded, then glanced over at Amara, who was resting on the bed.

Amara was staring right back at me.

As our gazes connected, we both shared a small understanding smile.

Once Lucia was clothed again, she turned to me.

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“Come on, let’s go outside. Give Miss Jerry some space to pull herself together.”

As Lucia and I exited the bedroom, the men

approached immediately.

Vincent’s eyes focused on my face. When he noticed I wasn’t tense anymore, he finally relaxed slightly.

Lucia saw Vincent finally unwind and smiled. “It’s all resolved now. Mind driving me home?”

Vincent didn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

I stood motionless for a moment, studying Vincent with a look of startled understanding.

Sure, Lucia was the one everyone witnessed in action -but as I reflected on it now, none of this would’ve worked out so seamlessly if Vincent hadn’t been operating quietly in the background.

From the moment he’d proposed visiting Lucia at the hospital, he must’ve already been orchestrating everything, putting the entire plan into action.