The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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.

felt clear-headed, then called for Xenia to fetch his coat. Slipping it on, he headed to the garage, got into his SUV, and drove to the

smell of antiseptic hung heavy in the hospital corridors. Madonna,

dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. "Six people out drinking, and this is what happens. The doctor said if we'd waited any longer,

had just come out of the emergency room-he was stable

stood quietly with a stormy look, unable to hide how worried he

was

shot Paul a cold glance. Paul was still unconscious, an

to help look after your cousin, not stand around like you're watching a

not a shred of

his eyes closed, features delicate and almost

out a cold snort. "And

going for him besides youth and a pretty face? Was he better in bed or something? Honestly, he should just ruin Paul

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

sobbed, "Don't blame McNeil, he's

run wild with those car-racing lunatics. Now look what's happened. If anything happens to my son, I can't go

his head against

at the

to a chaotic mess. Her

her head pounding as if someone was hammering inside her skull,

she remembered drinking with Paul and the others. Then someone came and took her away, but after

remembered clearly was telling McNeil she didn't

the disaster in her room, she didn't have the courage