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

at Victoria's heart. Suddenly, she lost

group chat continued buzzing with messages, Victoria disappeared

tagging her, but eventually, her profile icon

outside cut right through to the

hurried after her, pressing a thick coat

out there. Please wear

the coat, and

Xenia was waiting anxiously at the

here. Please, go

frantic. Victoria hurried upstairs. In the dim

or maybe just the cold, but a chill crept over Victoria as

angry red stains seeping through-but thankfully, the bleeding seemed to

however, were burning with

check his forehead and quickly

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

fever was so high that he couldn't

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

her expression freezing for a

quickly excused herself, closing the door to give

eyes remained closed, his