The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 107

Langford Mansion was in utter chaos.

Madonna wrapped her arms protectively around McNeil, shielding him from the old man's whip.

"Dad, the Langford family only has this one heir. Are you trying to beat him to death? If he dies, the Langford name really ends here."

But Thorpe was far from finished. He waved the heavy leather whip at his grandson, voice thundering.

"With a disgrace like him, I'd rather have no heirs at all. You think Victoria is so easy for you to control? She's just been tolerant-don't fool yourself."

Thorpe Langford had weathered decades in business. He trusted his own judgment about people, and his glare left no room for argument.

Tears streaked down Madonna's face as she pleaded, "Dad, Victoria isn't all that special. Even if you want to protect her, you can't keep beating McNeil like this. And honestly, I think Violet is a wonderful girl. She even has some history with the CEO of Golden Era Holdings-surely that's better than the ruined Turner family."

If she hadn't been his daughter, Thorpe might have lashed out at Madonna too.

"Golden Era Holdings? Do you even know who Richard Simms is? He's Victoria's father! Golden Era Holdings used to be Turner Group, and Victoria owns nearly a quarter of the company's stock-more than Simms himself. You don't know a damn thing."

fell silent,

exhausted, tossed the whip

a finger at McNeil, still breathing hard. "Let

you. You're an ungrateful coward. How did I end up with a

fever. Xenia, their

glass of ice water, gulping it down before forcing himself back upstairs. He

into his

should I call Ms. Marchand for

had a soft spot for Miss Violet, especially after the recent explosive argument with his wife that had driven her

from the staff at the old family home what had happened that Thorpe had whipped

wondered why McNeil hadn't gone to see that other woman, but returned here instead. After a moment, it made sense: he must care deeply for

in and out of consciousness, half-awake,

"Victoria-"

murmured her name over

must be hearing things. Was he

a hand to

he was burning up-his fever was