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 an X-ray; the bone was

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

fracture," the doctor

was Max's anxious, adorable face that warmed Victoria's heart. She felt a strange comfort, despite

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

loved her then.

quick adjustment," Victoria said, trying to sound brave. "It won't hurt that much.

leg once, remember? The doctor set it,

when you broke your leg as a teenager, you cried so loud half the

to cut

the tips

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

your boyfriend and your nephew keep talking to you? Distraction helps-setting a joint does sting a little, but if you chat, it'll

but Victoria was focused on her foot. When the doctor's hands touched her ankle,

ringtone making her jump. The