The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 108

Everyone had gathered together again. Apart from Lyndon, who kept his distance, the whole group was buzzing with excitement.

After all, Victoria's return was something to celebrate.

Late that night, the shrill ring of the phone shattered the silence, startling Victoria awake.

It was the landline-an internal call.

She picked up quickly.

"Ma'am, please come home. Sir's running a high fever."

Xenia's voice was laced with panic.

Victoria had assumed it was something urgent, but it turned out McNeil was ill.

Unfazed, she replied, "Just give him something to bring the fever down. If he's still unwell tomorrow, call a doctor then."

Messages from friends kept streaming across her laptop screen. The lively conversation was the perfect distraction, and Victoria didn't want to leave it behind.

“But ma'am, it's serious," Xenia insisted. "He got whipped by the old man at the estate-his back's covered in blood. The doctor's already been, dressed the wounds, but when I checked on him just now, the bleeding hadn't stopped, and his fever's getting worse."

name. Ma'am, for Miss Gwyneth's sake, please come. If something happens

final words tugged at Victoria's heart. Suddenly,

chat continued buzzing

kept tagging her, but eventually, her

wind outside cut right

Haley hurried after her, pressing a thick coat

freezing out there. Please wear

pulled on the coat, and

Xenia was

goodness you're here.

Victoria hurried upstairs. In the dim bedroom, McNeil

cold, but a chill crept over Victoria

red stains seeping through-but thankfully, the bleeding seemed

and body, however, were burning with

his forehead and quickly drew her

towel and began sponging McNeil's skin, trying

that he couldn't even

him the medicine...mouth to mouth? He's much too weak to take it on

her expression freezing for a

excused herself, closing the

eyes remained closed, his breathing