Blanche's POV
Relief washed over me as Vincent stepped through the door.
My stomach had been twisted in knots, terrified that Zain might spot Vincent and completely lose it, making life hell for my family.
I could handle whatever he threw at me, but my family? That worry gnawed at me constantly.
Glancing down at the living room again, I watched Zain guide Carry by the hand to the sofa.
Quinton, Amber, and Roger had stepped out, leaving Irene by herself.
Irene froze when she saw Zain and Carry enter, clearly unsure how to react.
Then Zain broke the silence, addressing Irene directly:
"Mom."
Irene heard him but remained unmoved—she couldn't care less about responding.
With Carry watching though, she forced herself to maintain appearances and managed a weak, "Mm."
After Irene's response, Zain cleared his throat before asking, "Where's Blanche?"
Irene's eyes flicked toward the stairs as she tried to stay composed. "She's probably helping Camila get cleaned up," she told Zain.
