The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 300

Gwyneth reluctantly sat beside McNeil as the car pulled away from the curb. The moment they were in motion, McNeil's knee-whether by accident or design- brushed against Victoria's.

Without drawing attention, Victoria edged herself away. It didn't matter; within minutes, McNeil had shifted back, closing the gap.

Irritation simmered in her chest. McNeil sat upright, acting as if nothing had happened, occasionally making small talk with Gwyneth, but ignoring Victoria completely.

For Gwyneth, this was a rare visit with her mother. She'd hoped to wedge herself between Victoria and McNeil, maybe snuggle up to her mom and chat along the ride. Instead, McNeil had plucked her away like a kitten and set her on the opposite side. All the way to the old manor, Gwyneth kept craning her neck, trying to catch Victoria's eye, while Victoria stared straight ahead, ignoring her daughter's silent pleas.

After several failed attempts, Gwyneth voiced her protest, but McNeil pretended not to hear.

When the car finally rolled to a stop in front of Langford Mansion, Gwyneth hopped out, visibly frustrated.

Victoria followed, and Gwyneth immediately ran over, grabbing her hand and refusing to let go.

"Mommy..."

She was her mother-so why should Daddy get to keep her all to himself?

Victoria squeezed Gwyneth's small fingers, and Gwyneth looked up. "Mommy, that race car model you had is that for Mr. Clark? Not for Max, right?"

Max had become a thorn in Gwyneth's side, as if he might swoop in and steal Victoria away at any moment.

line of questioning.

by, feigning indifference while listening intently to every word between mother

to greet them. It had been months since both the young master and his wife had returned together, so the staff hurried inside to alert

his wife, and Miss

the hallway, his face stern as always, though his eyes softened at the sight of

send someone to drag you home? Planning

looked

her for a long moment before sighing. "Well, you're back. Married

situation was far beyond a simple lovers' quarrel. When dinner was served, Gwyneth clung to Victoria like a barnacle, determined not to let her

Can

the crab was gone, Gwyneth demanded other dishes-if it was too hot, she made Victoria blow on it; if it was

own plate, busy tending to

chatted with his grandson as they

warmed to her grandmother, but she was affectionate

was. She'd

summoned the

your plans? You can't expect Gwyneth to be an only child

they came for dinner, he'd press them for

used to find it endearing-it meant he genuinely wanted her to be part of the Langford legacy.

the family line. Who bore the children