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.

the bone was

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

mild dislocation and a hairline fracture," the doctor reassured her. "Nothing

was Max's anxious, adorable face that warmed Victoria's heart. She

Once, when Victoria had smashed her finger, little Gwyneth had crowded close, her face scrunched with worry, trying to blow

knew her daughter had truly loved her

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

joined in, "I broke my leg once, remember? The doctor set it, and I was

with a suspicious look. "Really? Grandma told me that when you broke your leg as a teenager, you

to cut glass. Max immediately zipped

stifle a laugh, noticing the tips of Marcus's ears turning

kids make up," he muttered, with a warning look at Max that clearly

don't you have your boyfriend and your nephew keep talking to you? Distraction

being called her "boyfriend," but Victoria was focused on her foot.

blared to life, the sudden ringtone making her jump. The caller ID made her