The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 297

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Carry

Blanche’s POV

In the car, Carry curled up next to me.

Without Joanna around, I was the only source of comfort my daughter had left.

I could tell every time Carry replayed today’s events in her mind, fear still gripped her heart.

She stayed silent, just pressing herself closer against me without a word.

I glanced toward Zain and Vincent outside.

As Zain approached Vincent, he didn’t seem ready for a confrontation–he just stood there in the downpour with his umbrella, his dark coat making him blend seamlessly into the night.

After what felt like forever, Zain raised his umbrella slightly, fixing his stare on Vincent, though he remained silent.

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Vincent shifted uncomfortably under Zain’s piercing gaze and finally spoke up, “What’s with that look?”

Zain broke the silence, genuine confusion in his tone, “How did you manage it?”

Vincent paused, then understanding flickered across his face. A cocky smile spread across his lips, “Hold on -are you seriously here asking your love rival for tips?”

Zain despised Vincent’s smug expression. He shot him an icy look and muttered, “Forget it. Just curious.”

He spun around and started walking back to the car.

That’s when Vincent called out, “Zain.”

Zain stopped instinctively. He turned his head slightly and simply responded, “Yeah?”

Vincent’s expression suddenly turned serious as he told Zain, “When you love someone, love them with everything you’ve got–not just surface emotions.”

Zain got into the car without another word.

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It suddenly dawned on Vincent that Zain might have been fishing for information.

The realization hit him, and Vincent slapped his own mouth in annoyance, grumbling to himself, “Damn it, why can’t you ever keep your mouth shut?”

As the car began pulling away, Vincent looked up.

That’s when he spotted Blanche laughing in the backseat. The window was cracked open, and the

breeze had tousled her hair–loose strands danced

across her face, brushing against her cheek.

Those delicate wisps, weightless as feathers, somehow stirred something profound in Vincent’s chest.

Vincent didn’t step out into the rain and head to his own car until Zain had driven off and vanished down

the road.

The thought of Blanche riding back there with Zain ate at him, but he understood she’d never abandon Carry.

Sure, he was in love with Blanche–but he could never strip away her right to care for her own child. That was something he’d never take from her.

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These thoughts left Vincent feeling powerless; he desperately wanted things to be different, but he knew dwelling on it wouldn’t change reality.

After some consideration, he pulled out his phone and sent Blanche a text: Take a hot shower when you get home so you don’t get sick. And remember–you’re going back for Carry, not for that moron.

He started typing more, but after a moment, Vincent sighed and deleted everything. What was the point?

Once their divorce is final, I won’t have to hold back anymore. I’ll make my move then, Vincent thought, unable to suppress the bitter ache in his heart.

Blanche’s POV

Zain drove with the heater cranked up, keeping the car warm and cozy.

In the backseat, Carry had fallen asleep, her head resting peacefully in my lap.

I looked down at Carry’s serene, sleeping face–so tranquil, like a perfect little angel.

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My heart completely melted in that moment.

It had been ages since I’d quietly absorbed every tiny detail of Carry, really drinking in the sight of my precious daughter.

Up front, Zain kept stealing glances at us through the rearview mirror, a tangle of emotions churning in his chest that he couldn’t begin to untangle.

Right then, he honestly couldn’t distinguish whether he felt joy, sadness, or something else altogether.

Soon enough, the car stopped in front of Blissfield Villa.

I stepped out and was about to pick up Carry, but Zain suddenly said, “Let me carry her.”

Hearing this, I stepped back, silently giving him permission to take over.

After Zain lifted Carry, I followed right behind him, matching his every step.

We’d barely entered Carry’s bedroom when she began stirring awake.

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Carry was still draped across Zain’s shoulder, and just as I walked in behind them, she happened to meet my eyes as she blinked drowsily.

I smiled warmly and coaxed, “Let’s get you cleaned up first, then you can go back to sleep, okay?”

Carry was still half–asleep, her thoughts fuzzy and

unclear.

Seeing me in Blissfield Villa, Carry hesitated, unsure whether she should acknowledge me or keep pretending to be unconscious.

Once her mind cleared a bit, Carry gave a drowsy nod and whispered, “Okay.”

After Zain set Carry down, I gently supported her, making sure she was stable.

Since Carry’s clothes were filthy, I decided to help her change first before getting her washed up.

Zain was still lingering nearby, so I glanced over and said, “Carry’s not a little kid anymore. You should step out while she’s changing and bathing.”

Zain suddenly caught on and quickly said, “Oh, right.

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My bad, I’ll leave now.”

Zain suddenly realized–Carry was still at that innocent age where boy–girl boundaries didn’t really register yet.

And as her father, he should be the one teaching her about these things.

It struck him–I always handled the subtle details.

If it were Joanna, this probably wouldn’t have even

occurred to her.

Once Zain left, I helped Carry out of her dirty clothes.

Then I went to run a bath for her.

When the water was ready, I carefully lifted Carry and

lowered her into the tub.

As I gently bathed Carry, I noticed all the bruises and red marks covering my daughter’s skin.

I couldn’t hold back anymore and asked with a trembling voice, “Did it hurt when you fell today?”

My voice barely held steady as I spoke.

Carry simply nodded, whispering, “Mm.”

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I asked softly, “Were you scared?”

“Mm,” Carry murmured.

My heart squeezed so tightly I could barely breathe. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I told Carry, “Just

don’t wander off alone when there aren’t adults

around, okay?”

Carry nodded, her voice barely a whisper, “Okay.”

Seeing how gentle and compliant Carry was, warmth spread across my face in a smile.

I reached out to ruffle Carry’s hair, my voice soothing and tender, “How about Mommy takes you to preschool tomorrow, sweetheart?”

At that, Carry just lowered her head, staying quiet and reserved, keeping her thoughts to herself.

I immediately understood why Carry didn’t want to return to preschool.

The problem was, Carry could be quite demanding sometimes—so the other children simply didn’t want to play with her.

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That’s probably why Carry had absolutely no interest in going back to preschool.

But I knew avoiding the issue wouldn’t solve anything.

I really hoped Carry would open up and try making some friends on her own.

While I gently cleaned Carry, I coaxed softly, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to make a few more friends?”

Carry didn’t even lift her head, her lips pressed into a tight line, her small face completely serious.

I could see immediately that Carry was closing herself off emotionally, so I decided not to push the matter and let it go for now.

Not wanting Carry to get chilled, I quickly rinsed her off and lifted her out of the tub.

Just as I finished drying Carry and helped her into her pajamas, Heidi’s worried voice called from the doorway, “Mrs. Jacob, Ms. Vins is back.”

I froze at the announcement.

Carry’s eyes lit up with excitement. She quickly leaned forward and asked eagerly, “Heidi, is Miss Joanna

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home?”

Heidi glanced quickly at me, then nodded kindly at Carry, “Yes, she’s home.”

Carry felt a surge of happiness, but deep inside, she couldn’t shake the hurt from no one searching for her earlier today.

She barely had time to process her conflicted feelings before Joanna’s frantic voice rang out from outside, “Carry? Carry?”

The moment she heard her name, Carry rushed out of

the room.

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