The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 246

A shadow flickered across McNeil's eyes.

"Her affairs have nothing to do with me."

Violet nodded quickly. "Of course. I won't ask about her again."

It was obvious—just mentioning Victoria McNeil instantly soured his mood. He must really despise that woman.

Violet checked the time. "Gwyn's almost out of school. How about I pick her up while you stay here with the guests?"

"No need," McNeil replied. "It's all arranged. We'll bring Gwyn home together, then head back to the office for dinner."

"Alright."

No matter how assertive Violet could be in public, in front of McNeil she was always unfailingly polite and obedient, as meek and gentle as a lamb.

Outside the school, Marcus and Victoria had already gotten out of the car and were waiting.

kindergarten was a familiar place for Gwyneth, but for Victoria, this was the first time she'd come here without the intention of picking her up. She figured

appeared, he spotted him. Max saw Marcus too, but wasn't expecting to see Victoria standing there as

Marcus as usual, Max nearly barreled right

"Miss Fannie!"

lit up at the sight of Victoria and his uncle together. Every time he saw other kids get picked up from school by both their parents, a quiet envy would rise in his chest, something he could only swallow back and cry about once

uncle and Miss Fannie weren't his parents, their presence still meant the world to him—a child's simple longing and hope-so today he

Max's sweaty hair as he took his backpack. "You're always running

was about to climb into the car, he suddenly stopped and ran back

remembered something

just smiled. "Let him be, he's happy. That's what

help but remember when Gwyneth

her smile dazzling. In that moment, he was certain-she truly loved children. If they

halls, finally finding Gwyneth in her

duckling-Miss Fannie's here to pick me up!" he crowed, pulling a goofy face at her. Gwyneth's cheeks flushed bright red with anger,

chased after him but only managed to catch a glimpse of

so full of himself," she muttered. "Well, Violet comes to pick me up, too." She grabbed her backpack and stormed out, cheeks still puffed

waved and called out, "Hey, ugly