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.

X-ray; the bone

had gotten her to the hospital quickly-if they'd waited any longer, it might have been the end of her

doctor reassured her.

that warmed Victoria's heart. She felt a strange

Victoria had smashed her finger, little Gwyneth had crowded close, her face scrunched with worry, trying to blow on her injured hand

daughter had truly loved her then.

to sound brave.

my leg once, remember? The doctor set

you broke your leg

him a glare sharp enough to cut glass. Max immediately

laugh, noticing the

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

of Victoria's ankle, his tone both professional and teasing. "Why don't you have your boyfriend and your nephew keep talking to you? Distraction helps-setting a joint does sting a little, but if you chat, it'll be over before you

called her "boyfriend," but Victoria was focused on her foot. When the doctor's hands touched her ankle, a wave of fear hit

to life, the sudden ringtone