The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 315 The driver suddenly changed course halfway through the trip, steering the car straight toward Victoria's house.

Haley was more than a little surprised to see McNeil show up unannounced. She knew he'd con his own, because the lady of the house had gone straight to bed after coming home-there was no way she'd arranged to meet with him. "Sir," Haley greeted, opening the door.

"Where's Mrs. Langford?" McNeil asked immediately.

"She's already in bed for the night." McNeil checked his watch, skeptical. "Asleep? This early?" Hearing that Victoria was home, his mood improved slightly.

Haley explained, "She's barely been sleeping these days. For the past week, she's chin the early hours, sometimes not until sunrise. The company must be keeping her busy. Tonight, she had dinner and then went straight upstairs to rest." McNeil felt a surge of heat rush to his head. "She's been staying out all night?" Haley suddenly realized she might've said too much, but what was done was done there was no taking it back. Before she could think of how to salvage the situation, she heard the car door slam shut behind her. McNeil had already gone.

"What's gotten into him lately?" Haley muttered. "He seems so on edge these days." It was hard to figure him out. He'd never been like this before-always calm, always courteous, never one to let his emotions show. Even when Victoria had argued with him in the past, usually over rumors about other women, he'd handled it all with remarkable patience.

But now? He'd started showing up without warning, leaving just as abruptly. It was impossible to predict what he'd do next.

Haley found herself wondering what had happened between him and Victoria this time. From her perspective, if Victoria truly didn't care for him anymore, she'd actually support them going their separate ways. Better that than ending up like her own parents' tragedy, with only heartbreak left behind for everyone involved. McNeil was seething. Victoria was becoming bold-now she could spend nights away and not even bother to explain. He had no desire to return to the villa they'd shared; the anger burning inside him made him restless, unwilling to go back to the office or anywhere else. So he turned the car toward the old family estate.

At the estate, Gwyneth was in the living room, happily playing with her cousins, and didn't notice McNeil's arrival. His mother, Madonna Nelson, hadn't seen her son in ages, but still greeted him with her usual cold indifference.

The only thing Madonna found comfort in these days was that McNeil and Victoria seemed to have finally separated.

Gwyneth was just a child; Madonna only had to offer her a treat or two, and the little girl would tell her anything she wanted to know.

Madonna hadn't noticed her son's sour mood. When he headed off to find his grandfather, she quickly called him back.

"It's late-don't bother your grandfather right now. Whatever you have to say, save it for morning." McNeil paused, then turned to leave, only for Madonna to stop him again.

"Your uncle's still abroad and can't cback yet. He's worried sick about that precious son of his. If you've got time, go check in on Paul for me." McNeil shot his mother a disinterested glance, then fished a cigarette out of his pocket and stuck it between his lips.

"Paul's not a kid. What am I supposed to do, babysit him? Besides, it's the middle of the night-shouldn't he be asleep?" Madonna's expression frosted over. "He may be your cousin, but Paul's always been a strange one. He barely lets anyone near him except you. All he does is mess around with useless things-computer games, cars, extrsports, never a quiet moment. Your uncle wants him to cback and take over the family business, but Paul ignores him. At least he listens to you. Maybe you could talk ssense into him." McNeil lit his cigarette, taking a long drag. "And what do you wantto do about it? Maybe he just needs a girlfriend." Madonna bristled. "So now you won't even listen to your own mother? When you were with Violet, you'd at least listen to her. She's been trying to marry into this family for years-who would have guessed you'd turn around and marry Victoria instead? I can't help but feel sorry for Violet. Now that you and Victoria have reconciled, have you thought about marriage?"

McNeil exhaled a lazy cloud of smoke, a sardonic smile on his lips. "If you like her so much, why don't you marry her yourself? And if you want her in the family that badly, maybe you should ask Dad if he's on board. Or better yet, get yourself a new husband, have another son, and let him marry her."

Madonna was nearly shaking with anger. Her son had never been the Q chatty type, but he' af least shown her srespect. Tonight, it was as if he'd gone out of his way to provoke her. Before Madonna could start a full-blown argument, McNeil stubbed out his cigarette.

"Sendthe address. Just this once. I'm not his nanny; find someone else to look after him next time." He turned on his heel and left, leaving Madonna seething on the couch.

McNeil's car pulled into Azure Cove, the luxury complex developed by the Langford family. The security guard recognized his car and waved him through.

He remembered gifting an apartment here to Victoria for her birthday, but couldn't for the life of him recall the exact building or floor.

Arriving at Paul's place, McNeil rang the doorbell. He'd expected to wait a while-Paul was a hotorious gamer, after all-but to his surprise, the door opened almost immediately. "About tyou showed up, sis. I sent you a message over two hours ago!"