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."

Miss Gwyneth's sake, please come. If something happens to him,

tugged at Victoria's heart. Suddenly, she lost all interest

group chat continued buzzing with messages, Victoria

but eventually, her profile

wind outside cut right

Haley hurried after her, pressing

out there. Please wear

murmured her thanks, pulled on the

the villa, Xenia was waiting anxiously at the

you're here. Please, go see

frantic. Victoria hurried upstairs. In the dim bedroom, McNeil lay facedown

the lighting, or maybe just the cold, but a

stains seeping through-but thankfully, the bleeding seemed

face and body, however, were

check his forehead and quickly

bring cool water, then soaked a towel and began sponging McNeil's skin, trying to

was so high that he couldn't even swallow

could give him the medicine...mouth to mouth? He's

freezing for a

quickly excused herself, closing the door to give them

closed,