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."

sake, please come. If something happens to him, Miss Gwyneth will be left

Victoria's heart.

continued buzzing with messages,

kept tagging her, but eventually, her profile icon turned

The icy wind outside cut right through to

after her, pressing a

out there. Please

the coat, and slipped into

at the villa, Xenia was waiting anxiously at

here.

the dim bedroom, McNeil lay facedown on

lighting, or maybe just the cold, but a chill crept over

red stains seeping

face and body, however, were

his forehead and quickly

Xenia to bring cool water, then soaked a towel and began sponging McNeil's skin, trying to bring his temperature down. She also brought

fever was so high that he couldn't even swallow the

Xenia suggested, "Ma'am, maybe you could give him the medicine...mouth to mouth? He's much too weak to take it

her expression freezing for a

herself, closing the door to

closed, his breathing