The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 210

She didn't come across as the scheming, manipulative type. And as for McNeil, there was no way a man like him could have climbed so high without sharp instincts. He wasn't a fool.

Now he wondered if he'd missed something. He needed a reasonable explanation —one that had nothing to do with Victoria.

Restless and unsettled, McNeil picked up his phone almost without thinking and dialed Victoria's number.

Victoria was still at the hospital, getting a physical therapy session from the doctor.

Marcus had been by her side the whole time.

Max, clearly worried, hovered nearby as well—fetching things for the doctor, fussing over Victoria, and generally being far more attentive than usual.

When the doctor prepared to adjust Victoria's ankle, Max couldn't help but keep repeating, "Please be gentle," as if that might somehow protect her.

Marcus found it odd. Max had never shown much concern for anyone, but with Victoria, he was a different person.

had already had an X-ray; the bone was slightly out

waited any longer, it

dislocation and a hairline fracture," the doctor reassured

warmed Victoria's heart. She felt a strange comfort, despite the

little Gwyneth had crowded close, her face scrunched with worry, trying to blow on

daughter had truly loved her then. But

Victoria said, trying to sound brave. "It won't hurt that much. I'll get through

in, "I broke my leg once, remember? The

told me that when you broke your leg as a teenager, you cried so loud half

a glare sharp enough to cut glass. Max immediately zipped

laugh, noticing the tips of Marcus's ears turning red

up," he muttered, with a warning look at Max that clearly meant, 'Say another word

your boyfriend and your nephew keep talking to you? Distraction helps-setting a joint does sting a little,

her foot. When the doctor's hands touched her ankle,

phone blared to life, the sudden ringtone making her jump.