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."

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

Victoria's

as the group chat continued buzzing with messages, Victoria

eventually,

outside cut right

after her, pressing a thick coat into

there. Please

the coat, and slipped

villa, Xenia was

here. Please,

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

just the cold, but a chill crept over Victoria as she

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

face and body, however, were

to check his forehead and quickly drew

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

so high that he couldn't even swallow

suggested, "Ma'am, maybe you could give him the medicine...mouth to

for a

excused herself, closing the

closed, his breathing