The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 33

The car sped down the road for quite a while before McNeil finally realized

something was wrong.

"Wait-where's Gwyn?" he blurted out.

Violet had noticed Gwyneth's absence much earlier, but she hadn't said a word to McNeil.

His face fell. The chaos back there had thrown him off; all he'd cared about was getting Violet out safely. He hadn't even thought about Gwyneth.

"What if she's still at the restaurant? Oh God, this is all my fault. If it weren't for me, Gwyneth wouldn't be missing," Violet sobbed, her hands trembling as tears streamed down her face.

McNeil frowned, worry etched between his brows. "Have the driver take you home. I'll go look for Gwyn."

"I should come too. She got lost because of me..." Violet's voice broke, guilt twisting her words.

"This isn't your fault," McNeil said quietly, his tone flat but not unkind.

and raced back to the restaurant. By then, the place

until Victoria

screen, he watched in horror as Gwyneth was nearly caught in a stampede appeared just in time and

Victoria who had taken Gwyneth. Without hesitation, McNeil pulled out

Gwyneth back to her own father's place, but after a moment's

preferred being

understood her daughter's

ordeal had rattled her, and once she realized she was home, her nose began to sting with

with her mom-she wanted

then, McNeil's call came through. Victoria saw his name

answered, bringing the phone to her

before taking Gwyn?" McNeil's voice was tight with worry. "Do you have any idea how

sent messages-he hadn't answered or even

she hadn't been there tonight, who knows what might have

herself-maybe even argued with him. But ever since she'd seen Violet's messages on his phone, she'd lost the will. No matter how sincere

dad," Victoria said, handing the phone to her daughter without