The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 33

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.

switched cars halfway and raced back to the restaurant. By then, the place was deserted. There was

until Victoria

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

froze: it was Victoria who had taken Gwyneth. Without hesitation, McNeil pulled out his

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

preferred being around Violet. If she

understood

Gwyneth asked, her small voice shaky. The ordeal had rattled her, and once

to be here with

Victoria saw his name flash on the screen and knew immediately what

answered, bringing the

McNeil's voice was tight with worry. "Do you have any idea how scared I was when I realized she was

clenched. She'd called him, 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

handing the phone to her daughter without bothering to

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