Chapter 176 Flight TK324

Chapter 176 Flight TK324
Eden’s Point of View 

“I miss you so much, honey,” I murmured into the phone, staring at the screen. The first time I had seen Theron since he left was through this video call.

It had been twelve days since he traveled to Turkey for the medical conference, representing the Alder Medical Foundation as its newly appointed chairman and also attending as a director of the World Medical Board.

“I wanted to come with you,” I added with a small pout, “but you wouldn’t let me.”

He pressed his lips together and paused for a moment, as if carefully choosing what to say.

“I’m sorry, my love. Forgive me,” he said quickly. “But I kept thinking about how exhausting the trip would be for you—and how it might affect you and the baby.”

He paused again before continuing more gently.

“You’re already very close to your estimated delivery date, so I needed to be more careful.” He sucked in a deep breath. “But I promise I will make it up to you in any way I can.”

I pouted even harder at the screen.

“I know you’re all doing this because you miss me,” he said with a teasing grin spreading across his face. “Don’t worry—I’m coming home today.”

I could already tell he was at the airport. When he held up his boarding pass to the camera, the smile that had been hovering on my lips finally reached my eyes.

“Meow.”

“Wait—is that Snowball?” he asked, leaning closer to the screen.

I flipped the camera around so he could see Lola on the floor, Snowball curled comfortably in her arms as she tickled his belly.

“Who’s an adorable little boy?” she cooed at the cat, making exaggerated baby noises.

Theron burst out laughing from the other side of the screen.

“She’s so dramatic,” he complained playfully. “But I’m glad she decided to stay with you.”

Before leaving, Theron had asked Lola to stay with me while he was away. She had agreed immediately. Even when he offered to pay her, she refused the money, claiming she had always wanted the chance to spend time living inside a billionaire’s mansion.

Lola is a real friend; the only true friend I’ve ever had—and I’m grateful every day that I met her. She was a resilient, self-sacrificing person who loved with all of her heart.

And I love her too. One day, I hope I will be able to pay her back for all the things she has done for me.

“We’re about to start boarding,” Theron said, glancing briefly over his shoulder. “I’ll text you my arrival time. I love you.”

“Okay. I love you too,” I replied with a smile, blowing him a few exaggerated kisses before ending the call.

“Theron is coming back today!” I announced excitedly, turning toward Lola.

But it seemed I was the only one thrilled by the news.

“Why so soon?” Lola groaned, scooping Snowball into her arms. “He could’ve stayed longer and explored all the beautiful cities in Turkey.”

She cuddled the cat closer. “Just give Snowball to me. I want to keep him.”

“No way,” I protested immediately. “Snowball is basically my child now.”

“You can either give him to me nicely,” she said in a soft, mock-threatening voice, “or I can just take him.”



My eyes flicked up to the arrival board, the delayed sign still flickered over flight TK324, and I glanced again for what felt like the two hundredth time, my patience thinning. It had been like that for the past two hours, and nothing had changed.

“Are you sure this is the right arrival time?” Lola asked, hugging her petite frame tightly as she inhaled sharply. The cold today was biting. “Are you certain it doesn’t mean 2 p.m. tomorrow?”

I shook my head firmly.

I ran the numbers in my head. The flight was estimated at around thirteen hours. Even with a short stopover or two, he should have been here by now.

“He said he would be here tonight… by 2 a.m.,” I muttered, opening the message again and rereading it carefully. “And let’s say I’m confused; does that mean all these people are confused too?”

Lola gave me a small shrug, but I was so worried; there was something about this delay that didn’t sit right with me.

I asked pointed at the crowd that was gathered around, all mumbling impatiently. “What the hell is going on here?” One middle-aged man complained out loud. “ I have been waiting for about one hour and thirty minutes, and the flight is still delayed.”

Some of the airport staff came outside to calm the rising tension.

“My daughter should be landed already.” He complained further. “Is there anyone we can speak to, so we know what exactly is going on?”

“Have you tried calling or texting him?” Lola asked again with growing concern; I shook my head. There hasn’t been anything I haven’t tried, but his number wasn’t reachable.

“We apologize for the unusual delay,” one of the airline staff said, their expressions grim. A knot twisted in my stomach, and unease settled over me like a heavy weight. “The families of flight TK324, please follow us to the private room. We have important information regarding your loved ones.”

My heart pounded in my chest, and the smile had completely faded. Now I was sweating, my hands clammy.

Important information? What the hell does that mean?

If the flight had been cancelled, they would’ve just told us. They wouldn’t have dragged us off to some private room. So why…?

The last person stepped inside, and the door snapped shut behind them.

“We regret to inform you,” the woman began as soon as we entered the room, her voice steady but grim, “that Flight TK324 experienced a fatal accident just moments before landing.”

It felt like something hard had slammed into my chest. I staggered, my knees threatening to give out. Lola caught me instantly, gripping my sides.

“Fuck… Eden,” she whispered, steadying me, letting me rest my full weight against her. A small murmur erupted in the room. I could see the look of fear.

“So, what does that mean?” The man from earlier asked again, this time more desperately. “If they have a fatal accident, it shouldn’t be my social business; my daughter just turned nineteen, she won a gold medal for our country, and is just coming back from the competition.

“I am sorry, sir, but there were no survivors in the crash.” She admitted gravely. “I am sorry to inform you that all 230 passengers in flight TK324 have passed on.”