The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 253

She lifted the bowl, but before she could take a sip, tears slid down her cheeks before she even realized it.

Haley, startled, rushed over. "Miss, what's wrong? Are you alright? Why are you crying?"

Victoria quickly wiped her tears away, forcing a small smile for Haley. "It's nothing, really. Must've been the draft when I came in—it made my eyes water. Haley, it's late. You should head to bed. I'll take care of the dishes in a bit."

But Haley shook her head. "No, Miss, I can't let you do chores. Please, finish your meal, take a nice shower, and get some rest. I'll wait and clean up."

That only made Victoria's eyes well up again. She turned her back so Haley wouldn't see, quietly brushing away her tears. Between muffled sobs, she finished her noodles as quickly as she could, set down her fork, and gave Haley a quick goodnight before heading upstairs.

Haley watched Victoria's thin figure disappear up the stairs, her heart aching. "What a pity," she muttered under her breath.

Ever since Mrs. Morgan passed away, Miss Victoria had become so lonely. No one cared for her, no one cherished her, and now she was saddled with that kind of husband.

Haley sighed. To be honest, she thought, these grand old houses weren't nearly as happy as ordinary homes. If only, someday, Miss Victoria could meet a man who truly understood her, loved her, and protected her for the rest of her life.

and formally

person. Ailie, sitting in her office, overheard

her. I thought you'd

handed Victoria a massive mug of coffee,

my terms. Unless they meet my number, I'm not

it. But Victoria knew her own value—and she wasn't about to budge on her cut: three percent of revenue from the

you. Whatever you need," Ailie said

for Victoria. Sometimes she regretted recruiting her into Quantum Core Technologies in the first place. She'd wanted Victoria to thrive here, not to be pushed around and

of the Investment Department, knocking

Marchand wants to see you in

no, she had to make a show of coming in person, as if Victoria-barely even a deputy manager-were some

response, Georgia turned on her heel and

grabbed Victoria's