The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 200

McNeil let Simms' words hang in the air, refusing to play along.

After seeing Simms and the others out of the hospital, his phone buzzed with a call from Gwyneth's kindergarten teacher.

"Mr. McNeil, is everything all right at home? Gwyneth's been crying nonstop in class today. She hasn't stopped for a moment, and nothing we do seems to help. Would you mind picking her up early?"

The teacher sounded helpless. Lately, Gwyneth's emotions had been all over the place-she'd get distracted during lessons, constantly asking to go home. The teacher had finally put her foot down, telling Gwyneth that even if her parents called in, she couldn't skip school whenever she wanted. Only then had Gwyneth stopped pestering her.

But after Violet's accident at the racetrack, Gwyneth couldn't focus at all. The worry gnawed at her until, in the middle of class, she broke down in tears-tears no amount of comforting could stop. With nowhere else to turn, the teacher called McNeil.

McNeil couldn't leave the hospital-he needed to stay by Violet's side-so he sent the driver to pick Gwyneth up.

When Gwyneth finally arrived at the hospital, Violet happened to be awake. The moment she saw Violet, Gwyneth rushed over, her face crumpling with relief and worry.

"Violet, are you okay? I saw all those doctors carrying you away..."

Violet again, her heart in her throat all morning. Only when she saw Violet safe and sound did she

for making you worry,

again, and he stepped outside to

Violet reached out from her hospital bed

let you down out there, didn't I? I was aiming for first place, but... well, you saw

finish her sentence. Two broken ribs-she was lucky it wasn't

first-place driver take off her helmet-a cascade of long hair tumbling free. Violet's breath

other female driver who could possibly be there:

Vivian really had shown up, and people realized Violet had been racing under her name all this time, the fallout would be more than she could

her own, would suddenly become nothing more than a footnote to Vivian's fame. People would say she'd just been riding

little at first, but now, with McNeil in her life, she didn't need people thinking she was

I saw it all—it was that awful woman

detail: Ms. Marchand was just about to cross the finish line when a blue car shot ahead.

that woman's fault-she must have cheated and ruined Ms. Marchand's