The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 324

Chapter 324

She brought McNeil a late-night snack, and just as she was about to leave, he suddenly called her back.

"Have you fallen for someone lately?"

"...What?"

Xenia nearly jumped. How could McNeil possibly know about that?

He seemed to answer his own question, rubbing his brow in irritation. "Never mind. Go get some sleep."

He stubbed out his cigarette, but just then his phone rang.

At this hour? Ms. Nelson was calling.

McNeil hesitated, not wanting to answer, but worried she'd only be more persistent if he ignored her.

"What is it?"

"Get to the hospital. Paul got drunk at a bar and had to be taken in. God knows which jerk kept pouring drinks down his throat-he almost ended up with a stomach bleed."

McNeil sounded unconcerned. "He drank himself into the ER? Good. Maybe he'll finally learn his lesson."

There was a stunned silence on the line before Madonna snapped, "Is that how you talk about your family? I asked you to come check on your cousin, not celebrate his misfortune!"

She hung up in a huff. McNeil tossed his phone onto the couch, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, his eyes dark and inscrutable.

his coat.

hung heavy in the hospital corridors. Madonna, Fitch

"Six people out drinking, and this is what happens. The doctor said if we'd waited any longer, his stomach would have ruptured. Who could

her down. Paul had just come out of the emergency room-he was

look, unable to hide how worried he was for his

takes anything seriously. This was

still unconscious, an IV drip running into

to help look after your cousin,

a shred of sympathy, his gaze lingering

pale, his eyes closed, features delicate and almost beautiful—now, even more striking in

out a cold snort. "And Victoria likes this kind of

for him besides youth and a pretty face? Was he better in bed or

McNeil. "What are you mumbling about? Are you out of your mind? We bring you here to see Paul

"Don't

rounded on Fitch. "I told you, you should've found him a place in the family business, but you let him run wild with those car-racing lunatics. Now look what's happened. If anything happens to my son, I can't go on. You can just find yourself a

his head

at the

up to a chaotic

naked beneath the covers, her head pounding as if someone was hammering inside her skull, her memory a hazy

she remembered drinking with Paul and the others. Then

clearly was telling McNeil she didn't

room, she didn't have the courage to dwell on it. Whatever happened last night, it must

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