The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 295

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Blanche’s POV

Vincent’s words made me feel safer than Zain’s ever

could.

I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but something almost enchanting about Vincent’s voice instantly calmed my racing heart. After a moment of silence, I murmured softly into the phone, “Mm.”

I wasn’t sure if Vincent heard my response.

Without waiting, I ended the call.

Vincent sat in Blanche’s bedroom, freshly showered and waiting for nearly an hour, but she still hadn’t returned.

Learning about Carry’s disappearance filled him with dread. His concern for Blanche consumed him- terrified she might act rashly in her desperation to

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find Carry.

Without hesitation, he slipped through the window and vanished into the darkness.

While moving, Vincent called everyone in his network, organizing search teams to comb different areas for Carry.

The hospital parking lot overflowed with vehicles, forcing Vincent to park along the curb.

Deep into the night, the streets lay nearly deserted.

Yet the hospital buzzed with activity, packed beyond capacity.

Stepping from his car, Vincent caught a whisper–thin voice pleading, “Help me… please, help me.”

The sound was so faint he questioned if he’d imagined it.

He was about to rush off searching for Carry when the plea came again.

“Help me.”

Vincent froze, lowering his voice to ask gently, “Are

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you Carry?”

“Y–Yes, it’s me.” Carry’s voice quavered with desperation.

She sounded ready to collapse into tears.

Vincent scanned frantically, trying to locate the source

of her voice.

“Where are you?” he demanded, tension sharp in his

tone.

Carry sobbed, “Down here, I’m down here! Uncle

Vincent, please help me! Rats are biting my feet–I’m terrified!”

Her voice was so hoarse and broken that Vincent barely recognized her.

For endless agonizing hours after falling, Carry never stopped crying for help–her voice raw from desperation, she persisted repeatedly.

But during daylight, traffic noise and crowds masked her pleas; no one heard her frantic screams.

Now, finally, someone had heard her, and Carry

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responded with her remaining strength, voice shaking and frantic as she fought to be heard–even her last bit of energy poured into answering.

When Vincent heard Carry mention being underground, he searched urgently, spotting a manhole cover nearby.

‘She must have fallen in there, Vincent realized, his pulse hammering with anxiety.

He rushed over, tapped firmly on the cover, and shouted, “Carry! Are you inside?”

Carry’s voice burst out, panicked and desperate, “Yes!

I’m down here!”

Once Vincent pinpointed Carry’s exact location, he immediately began prying at the manhole cover.

The weight was enormous, but he managed to shift it gradually, bit by bit.

Creating an opening, Vincent reached down anxiously, “Carry, can you grab Uncle Vincent’s hand?”

Carry spotted the dim light filtering down and Uncle Vincent’s outstretched hand. She clutched desperately

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at his grip.

With explosive strength, Vincent lifted Carry up and out in one swift pull.

Once free, Carry didn’t even glance to see who had saved her. She simply threw herself into Vincent’s embrace, weeping uncontrollably, her small face streaked with tears.

Holding her close, Vincent immediately called Blanche.

She picked up instantly.

Vincent didn’t waste time. “I found Carry. I’m sending you my location,” he said, his voice slightly trembling with relief.

After speaking, Vincent shared his location with Blanche.

Carry was filthy and reeking, but Vincent didn’t flinch -he simply held her tighter, murmuring comfort, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

She still hadn’t realized Vincent was her rescuer.

With her face buried against Vincent’s shoulder, Carry

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begged, “Uncle, can you please take me to my aunt? She’s at the hospital–I need to see her.”

Carry pressed her face deep into Vincent’s neck, so dirty and ashamed she could barely breathe–terrified someone might see her in this state.

Surrounded by love her entire life, she’d never been left this broken and helpless.

Hearing her words, Vincent’s chest tightened like he

couldn’t breathe.

He was just an outsider, yet her voice alone nearly shattered him—he couldn’t fathom how Blanche, her mother, would handle this.

Vincent let Carry hide against him, not pushing her away or speaking harshly. Instead, he gently coaxed, “Hey, what about your mom? She’s been frantically searching for you–she’s nearly lost her mind.”

Carry remained silent.

After tumbling into the manhole, for the first hour, Carry felt certain that Joanna would search for her once she noticed her absence.

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But Joanna never appeared.

Perhaps Joanna had been looking–Carry had no way

to know.

As hours crawled by, disappointment gradually consumed Carry completely.

That’s when Blanche entered her thoughts.

She thought, ‘If Blanche were here, she never would have let me go out alone.’

So when Vincent spoke, Carry didn’t protest.

Seeing her silence, Vincent mock–threatened gruffly, “If you don’t treat your mom better, I’ll just drop you back down there.”

While speaking, Vincent pretended to lower Carry back toward the manhole.

Carry shrieked in terror, gripping Vincent’s neck even tighter.

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Just then, I came running over, and the moment I

spotted Vincent, I shouted, “Vincent, what are you doing?”

Vincent was only trying to frighten Carry slightly–he had no real intention of dropping her back down.

When he saw me, he turned with a grin and said, “Sweetheart, you’re here.”

The worry on my face finally dissolved as I hurried closer.

Seeing Carry dirty and disheveled, I felt a sharp stab in my heart.

My eyes welled up, tears ready to spill.

Carry turned to look at me–after Vincent had just scared her, all she craved now was the comfort only I could provide.

Without thinking, she stretched her arms toward me, pleading, “Mommy, hold me.”

Her voice emerged rough and scratchy, like she hadn’t tasted water in days.

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Seeing Carry reach out, my heart simply melted-

without hesitation, I swept the grimy, stinking Carry straight into my arms.

Carry buried her face in my neck, her small body trembling with sobs.

I hugged her tight, my hand stroking her back as I choked out repeated apologies: “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry… Mommy never should have left you alone. It’s all my fault–I should have come sooner, I should have found you sooner… I’m so sorry, so sorry…”

Every word dripped with guilt and self–reproach.

Hearing my apologies, Carry squeezed me even tighter, her voice choked as she whimpered, “Mommy, don’t cry. It’s all my fault–I’m the bad one, I didn’t listen.”

The entire time she was trapped, Carry just kept yearning for me.

So when she finally got rescued, for now, all those unhappy feelings from before melted into the background.