The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 84

84 Chapter 84 The Tiniest Gestures

84 Chapter 84 The Tiniest Gestures

Blanche’s POV 1

I glanced down at my daughter racing toward me, feeling my heart melt despite everything. With both hands clutching grocery bags, I could only murmur softly, “Okay, sweetheart. Mommy will cook something delicious for you.”

Even after Carry had wounded me repeatedly, the connection between us remained unbreakable.

Carry stood up straight and reached eagerly for the bags. “I’ll carry these, Mommy.”

The bags weren’t light, and I couldn’t bear making her struggle. “Go play instead. I can handle this.”

But Carry persisted, wrapping her small hands around a bag of fruit. “My teacher told us we should help our parents with household

tasks. I don’t want you getting exhausted.”

These words made my eyebrows draw together slightly.

If the previous Carry had spoken like this, I would’ve been overjoyed. I would’ve caressed her face and praised her maturity.

Now, though, I felt detached, like I was watching someone else’s life unfold.

After briefly wavering, Carry grabbed one bag from me while Heidi Irvin collected the others. Carry remained close as I worked in the

kitchen, rolling out dough.

While I prepared the filling, Carry positioned herself next to me, lending a hand.

This must be from her teacher’s influence, I reasoned. “They’re instructing the children to treat their parents well, and she’s actually

listening!’

If that was true, I felt somewhat consoled.

Perhaps when Carry matured, she’d realize Joanna wasn’t the angel she believed her to be.

These thoughts lifted my spirits as I began forming the small pastries.

Carry noticed the smile playing on my lips and recognized my improved mood.

After hesitating briefly, she finally summoned the courage to speak, “Mommy, could I ask something of you?”

My hands stilled. I turned toward Carry, the smile disappearing from my expression.

“What do you need?” I asked.

Carry detected my shift in tone but pressed forward determinedly. “Mr. Stewart’s mother is ill. I overheard Daddy saying only Mr. Jake

can perform the operation. Mr. Stewart has been consumed with worry–he hasn’t been sleeping. You and Mr. Jake are close friends. If

you requested his help, I’m certain he wouldn’t turn you down.”

At my daughter’s request, I went completely still.

I tilted my head back, staring at the ceiling, and let out a hollow laugh as moisture gathered in my eyes.

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In that moment, everything became crystal clear.

Why Carry had insisted I visit Blissfield Villa, why she’d been so accommodating.

It had all been calculated. My daughter was manipulating me to assist Drew Stewart.

She’d even compelled herself to address Demetrius as ‘Mr. Jake‘ to make her plea.

When I remained silent for several moments, Carry reached out and touched my pinky finger. “Mommy?”

Eventually, I looked down at my daughter. “Carry, you said it yourself–anyone Mr. Stewart despises must be terrible. You don’t need to

strain yourself calling him Mr. Jake.”

It took Carry a beat to recall what I’d mentioned that day.

So the person Mr. Stewart despised was the exact surgeon who could rescue his mother.

For an instant, Carry seemed speechless.

Even so, she begged, “Mommy, please do this for me.”

I declined firmly. “I can’t assist with this.”

“Mommy?” Carry stretched out the word coaxingly.

But my voice stayed frigid. “I told you, I can’t help.”

Carry’s expression fell. “Fine, then.”

She trudged out of the kitchen dejectedly and collapsed onto the living room couch.

From the kitchen, I glanced into the living room. Seeing my daughter’s crestfallen look, I found the situation almost laughable. She

seemed deeply disappointed, perhaps because her attempts to resolve things between her father and Joanna, hoping for more time with

them, had failed with my refusal. She sat on the sofa, a small, forlorn figure, her spirits sinking, making me wonder if she sensed a

change in me too. It was clear that Joanna hadn’t visited her recently, and my daughter had probably been counting on this plan working.

From the kitchen, I peered into the living room. Seeing my daughter’s dejected posture, I found the whole situation almost absurd.

Now that I’d declined to help, my daughter had abandoned her performance and retreated.

A cynical smile crossed my lips. After shaping the final pastry, I went to clean my hands.

If Carry didn’t genuinely want me here, what purpose did staying serve?

Emerging from the kitchen, I told Heidi, “The pastries are nearly finished. You can bake them for Carry. When they’re ready, ensure she

eats one. I have business to attend to, so I’m departing now.”

Watching me prepare to leave once more, Heidi’s brow creased.

“Mrs. Jacob, you’re not spending the night again?”

“Correct,” I replied, removing my apron.

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Carry heard me but made no attempt to persuade me to stay.

After collecting my belongings, I headed toward the front door.

Just as I reached the entrance, I encountered Zain Jacob and Joanna Vins walking in together.

I gave them a brief look and attempted to step around them. But as I moved to pass, Zain suddenly seized my arm. “We need to discuss

something.”

I faced him, my voice glacial. “If this concerns Demetrius, save your breath. I’m not him. I can’t control his choices, and I certainly have

no authority to.”

With that, I pulled his fingers away from my arm.

Then Joanna positioned herself in front of me. “Ms. Callum, Demetrius has always considered you the most significant person in his

world. He’ll absolutely listen to you. Drew’s been living at the hospital, he’s falling apart. Please, for Zain’s sake, won’t you assist with

this?”

Unlike Zain’s aggressive approach, Joanna had humbled herself, taking a gentler tactic.

I didn’t want to even glance at her. “Get out of my way,” I said flatly.

Joanna held her ground. “Ms. Callum, I’m pleading with you. Drew is your friend as well, isn’t he?” she pressed.

My dark eyes locked on Joanna, and I snapped, “I said, move.”

Joanna extended her arms, blocking my path. “I refuse.”

1 rolled my eyes and simply pushed past her, shoving Joanna to the side.

The way was open, but as Joanna staggered backward several steps, she appeared to lose her balance on the gravel walkway.

She collapsed to the ground, her palm striking a jagged stone. Blood started flowing from the wound.

I paused for a moment, mildly shocked.

Zain’s response, however, was dramatic. He instantly dropped to his knees, grasping Joanna’s hand. Upon seeing the blood, he quickly

began wiping it with the sleeve of his pristine white shirt.

I had been married to Zain for years; I understood his quirks completely. He was an extreme germaphobe.

But now, he displayed no disgust toward the crimson blood, not even hesitating to soil his costly shirt.

“You’ll discard your own standards when you’re in love, won’t you?‘

My eyes immediately filled with tears.

So this was how Zain’s dedication appeared when it was genuine.

It was a minor incident, but wasn’t love always shown through the tiniest gestures?

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