The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 296

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Blanche’s POV

The instant I discovered Carry had vanished, a single thought consumed me–I’d sacrifice everything to ensure my daughter’s safety.

Now, seeing Carry unharmed before me, I finally felt my racing heart settle.

I didn’t give a damn about the grime covering me. Pressing my cheek against Carry’s, my voice trembled as I murmured, “It’s alright… you’re safe…”

Tears spilled from my eyes as I spoke.

Carry’s heart broke seeing me like this. Her small

hands reached up, cradling my face, brushing away my tears with gentle fingers.

The sight made my emotions crash over me like a

wave.

In that instant, I felt like my daughter had truly

returned to me.

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Carry kept dabbing at my tears, whispering softly, “Mom, don’t cry. Crying makes you look ugly.”

I swallowed hard and gave a shaky nod. “Alright, no

more tears.”

Vincent lingered nearby, watching every second of our

reunion.

I could feel Vincent’s pain for me radiating from where he stood.

The downpour refused to let up. Though not torrential, it drenched us all the same.

Carry and I stood there with Vincent, soaked and

disheveled.

After placing Carry on her feet, I knelt before her, carefully examining her arms, rotating them gently, worry thick in my voice. “Does anything hurt?”

Carry dutifully spun around, allowing me to inspect every inch for wounds.

My thorough check revealed only minor scrapes and bruises, though something had clearly bitten her ankle.

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I bent closer to examine it, but Carry suddenly threw her arms around me, sobbing as she whimpered, “Mom, a rat bit me.”

Those words hit me like a punch to the chest.

Carry was Zain’s child, and I’d showered her with every ounce of love I possessed. She wouldn’t even recognize what a rat looked like.

I’d never imagined my precious girl would suffer a rat

bite.

The realization only deepened my crushing guilt.

Zain’s car appeared at the curb just then.

He jumped out with an umbrella, rushing over, his pulse quickening when he spotted Carry and me drenched in the rain.

As he held the umbrella above our heads, Zain’s eyes drifted to Vincent standing apart from us.

I watched Zain wonder how Vincent had ended up here.

I could see the questions forming in Zain’s mind—had I called Vincent? Was Carry with him?

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Zain seemed to reason that Vincent was family and wouldn’t harm Carry for sport.

After working through the logic, I could tell Zain had concluded: Vincent’s presence meant I must have

summoned him.

Something flickered across Zain’s features–pain, maybe.

Carry’s face transformed with joy when she spotted Zain. “Daddy!” she called out.

Zain finally tore his attention from Vincent, looking down at our daughter.

Seeing Carry’s bedraggled, soaked appearance made

Zain’s brow furrow.

I could practically hear him wondering how she’d gotten into such a state, worry cutting through him.

But his concern for Carry clearly trumped everything else right now.

Zain wasn’t one to express care through words, though.

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He tucked the umbrella under his chin, crouched down, and wrapped his fingers gently around Carry’s tiny hand. “Carry, from now on, tell Daddy or Mommy before you go anywhere, okay?”

Carry bobbed her head eagerly. “Okay, Daddy.”

Zain then looked at me, noticing tears still streaming down my cheeks.

I could feel him recognizing just how deeply I loved Carry–it was written across my entire face.

He took Carry’s hand and stood up.

When Zain repositioned the umbrella to cover me again, his voice came out rough with emotion as he soothed, “Everything’s okay now.”

I met his gaze, my eyes still burning with quiet resentment–finding Carry hadn’t diminished that bitterness at all.

I chose silence over words.

Desmond materialized then.

Seeing Carry safe, I watched Desmond’s shoulders sag

with relief.

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After collecting himself, Desmond approached Zain.

Drawing near, Desmond bowed his head respectfully. “Mr. Jacob.”

Carry gripped Zain’s hand while I stood beneath the umbrella, instinctively searching for Vincent.

Vincent leaned against a tree, his stare locked on us.

Suddenly, our eyes met through the rain–soaked air.

Vincent wore a smug, victorious expression, his smile radiating satisfaction.

I read that look immediately–he clearly wanted recognition for rescuing Carry.

Zain and Desmond conversed nearby, but I wasn’t paying attention.

I just sensed their discussion winding down.

When I finally looked away, I found myself meeting Zain’s gaze.

I’d expected nerves, but surprisingly, I felt strangely composed inside.

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Zain assumed I was looking at Vincent, so he glanced

in Vincent’s direction.

Vincent stood beneath the tree, cold wind catching his coat’s edge.

He seemed out of place, yet somehow, I could tell Zain felt Vincent had quietly captured my heart–that I’d slipped through his fingers.

I sensed Zain experiencing sudden, inexplicable panic.

Once, I’d only seen him, but now Zain probably thought bitterly that he’d vanished completely from my world.

As the rainfall intensified, Desmond spoke up. “Mr. Jacob, maybe you should get Miss Carry and Mrs. Jacob back to Blissfield Villa. It’s getting quite wet–we wouldn’t want anyone getting sick.”

Zain recognized Desmond’s wisdom, so he turned to me. “Let’s go home.”

Without thinking, I stepped out from under Zain’s umbrella. Rain hammered down on me, drenching my clothes until I shivered.

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I glanced at Zain, speaking in a low, weary voice. “Take Carry home yourself. I’m not coming.”

Zain blinked, looking bewildered. “Where exactly are you planning to go?”

I looked at him with a bitter smile. “You’re the one

who lost Carry, but you weren’t the one who found her. Unlike you, I actually have a conscience. At least I know to thank someone who helps me. You just stand there frozen, not saying one word to the person who saved your child.”

Zain looked momentarily shocked, grasping what I meant–I was calling him out for not even bothering to thank Vincent.

Before Zain could respond, Carry tugged at me and piped up, “Mommy, will you stay with me tonight? Please come back with us?”

I looked down and saw Carry gazing up at me, big pleading eyes full of hope, waiting for my answer. My heart melted completely.

I couldn’t decide, so I glanced over at Vincent.

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He simply watched me, his lips curved in a soft, knowing smile.

Vincent gave me a subtle nod.

He never spoke a single word throughout the entire exchange.

But I understood his message perfectly—no words

were necessary.

I’d originally planned to have Zain take Carry home so she could rest and clean up, while I went to thank Vincent for saving my daughter.

But hearing that one heartfelt plea from Carry, my resolve crumbled–I couldn’t possibly refuse her.

So I ended up getting into Zain’s car after all.

Once Carry and I were settled inside, Zain didn’t head straight to the driver’s seat like usual. Instead, he paused, turned around, and walked slowly–almost reluctantly–toward Vincent.

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