The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 385 "What did you wish for just now?" Gwyneth answered without hesitation, "Of course, I wished that Mommy could be withevery day. And I also wished for a baby brother." McNeil frowned slightly, unsure where she'd gotten that idea, and gently ruffled her hair.

"A baby brother? What for? So he can steal your toys?" Gwyneth stuck out her tongue and shook her head.

"That's what Violet told me! She said if she becmy mommy, I'd get a baby brother to play with, and then I wouldn't be lonely anymore. Now that I won't be with Violet, I guess Mommy will givea brother, right? That way, I'll always have someone to play with." McNeil looked at her innocent little face and sighed, then leaned in to help her blow out the candles.

They each had a slice of cake. Gwyneth happily devoured hers, and when she was done, McNeil asked Xenia to take her upstairs to get ready for bed. He himself went out to the driveway, got in his car, and headed for the hospital.

By the tMcNeil arrived, the emergency room light was still on. He waited more than two hours before the doctor finally cout.

"How is she?" McNeil asked, already used to Violet showing up at the hospital every now and then.

But tonight, with Victoria's departure weighing on him, he was physically and emotionally drained.

"She was brought in just in time. There's no immediate danger, but she needs to rest. She can't keep pushing herself like this." When Violet was moved to a private room, it didn't take long before she woke, blinking in confusion. The moment she saw McNeil, tears she rarely allowed herself to shed began streaming down her face.

McNeil's brow furrowed.

"You know, you don't have to work yourself so hard. V&S Group doesn't rest on your shoulders alone. You have an entire staff-you need to learn to rely on them." Violet sniffled and looked up at him, all her bottled-up hurt finally spilling over.

"Is that what the doctor told you? That I shouldn't overwork myself? But you know that work isn't what's makingsick.

Today, Victoria showed up at Winding Peak Lane with an entire crew and toldto hand over the house. I already told you about it when I called earlier.

She brought ten pounds of documents-evidence for everything. She madego through every item in the house, had her people take away everything that could be moved, and then threwout.

I stood in the yard for five hours, just so I could help her check those things. I've always tried to get along with her, always stayed out of her way. Six years ago, she cbetween us, seduced you while I was overseas, and becMrs. Langford. Even after returning, I never held it against her.

So why does she keep coming after me, always pushing, never letting go?" Violet's tears cfaster, her shoulders shaking. McNeil didn't move to comfort her, simply let her cry.

Only when her sobs finally subsided did he speak.

"She's the legitimate Mrs. Langford. What you and I had, from our youthful romance to now, has turned into something more like family. Violet, I'm grateful for everything you've done for me, for saving my life. So I've tried to repay you, to make it up to you-haven't you noticed?" Violet stared at him, stunned. She'd always believed McNeil's feelings for her were love, unchanged by the years. But after the humiliation she suffered from Victoria today, the only thing he offered her now was "compensation." She looked at him, frightened, her head moving slowly from side to side.

"No, McNeil. I know you love me. You've always taken care of me, givenanything I wanted-that's what love is. What we had was young love and as adults we supported each other through everything. I've managed your business, stood by your side, done everything for you. We're meant to be together, and if not for Victoria, we would never have split up." She reached out, grabbing for McNeil's hand, but he gently took her hand and tucked it back under the covers. "That's enough. You're not well-don't overthink things. Just rest. The nurse will take care of you, and I'll csee you tomorrow." Violet hadn't expected that—she stared after him, not yet ready to give up.

"I'll wait for you. And I haven't seen Gwyn in so long. Bring her by tomorrow, please? Thought look! terrible how she might be scared to seelike this." McNeil said nothing. When she finished speaking, he quietly left. As she watched him go, colder than ever before, Violet was seized by panic. She couldn't just sit and wait anymore-she had to take action.

Now that McNeil and Victoria were heading for divorce court, she knew what she had to do. She'd go straight to the patriarch of the Langford family. Years ago, he broke her and McNeil apart because she couldn't have children. But now, after years of recovery, she was ready. She'd tell him herself: she could give the Langfords an heir. McNeil's reaction tonight had to be because of that. He always listened to the old man. If the patriarch approved their marriage, McNeil would cback to her. He would never choose Victoria.

She had to act fast. She had to make sure the divorce happened. She would becthe rightful Mrs. Langford at last-and never suffer Victoria's bullying again.