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."

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

final words tugged at Victoria's heart. Suddenly, she lost

continued buzzing with messages, Victoria

but eventually, her profile icon

outside cut right

after her, pressing a thick

there.

her thanks, pulled on the coat, and slipped into

villa, Xenia was waiting anxiously at the

here. Please, go see

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

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

angry red stains seeping through-but thankfully, the bleeding

however,

check his forehead and quickly drew her hand

McNeil's skin, trying to bring his temperature

that

maybe you could give him the medicine...mouth to mouth? He's much too weak to take it on his

hesitated, her expression freezing for a

closing the door to give them

remained closed, his breathing