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.

here without the intention of picking her up. She figured if McNeil hadn't called her, he must have made other arrangements, and frankly, she was tired of getting involved in the

tall, so as soon as Max appeared, he spotted him. Max

nearly barreled right into

"Miss Fannie!"

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

Fannie weren't his parents, their presence still meant the world to him—a child's simple

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

into the car, he

remembered

off, leaving Marcus puzzled. Victoria just smiled. "Let him be,

Gwyneth was even younger, scampering everywhere with that

profile as she laughed, her smile dazzling. In that moment, he was certain-she truly loved children. If they ever got married, would they have three kids? Four?

finally

goofy face at her. Gwyneth's cheeks flushed bright red with anger, but before

him but only managed to catch a

puffed with frustration. At

approach, waved and