The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 384

McNeil watched as Victoria walked away. He sat there for a long time, so lost in thought that he didn't even notice when Xenia came to find him.

"Sir..."

Xenia had no idea what was wrong. Just a short while ago, Mrs. Langford had been downstairs, having dinner with Mr. Langford and Miss Gwyneth. Then, suddenly, Mrs. Langford's car was gone, and Mr. Langford was left sitting alone, staring into space.

The expression on his face was something Xenia had never seen before, not since she started working for the Langford family.

It was a sadness too deep for words, resting quietly on his features, impossible to hide.

McNeil hadn't been sitting much longer when the phone rang—an urgent call from the hospital.

"Is this Mr. Langford? Ms. Marchand has been admitted, and her situation is critical. She's in surgery right now. If you're able, please come to the hospital as soon as possible."

He was still numb from Victoria's departure. Even the news that Violet was in the hospital didn't stir his expression.

"I'll be there right away."

After hanging up, he sat quietly for another ten minutes, then rose and headed upstairs.

Gwyneth was in her room, absorbed in her video game, completely unaware that McNeil had entered.

of her and gently ruffled her hair. Only then did Gwyneth look

it time for cake?" she asked eagerly. "I thought we were waiting until midnight to blow out

The way she

was Victoria's little mirror image, and McNeil had always doted on her

it was her strictness with Gwyneth. He only ever

to visit Violet-she

never imagined that, when Victoria left today, she'd accuse him of orchestrating Gwyneth's birth, or of planning to send

his voice gentle. "But I want to blow out the candles with you now, because I need to

the mention of cake and candles, Gwyneth

it's more likely to come true. And it has to be two girls! Are you and Mom going somewhere? Can I come

her call for her mother made McNeil's heart

sweetheart. And... Mom might not be able

him in shock. The idea that her mother could just leave-on her birthday, of all days-was unthinkable. Even when there was nothing special happening,

gazed up at McNeil,

She's always so busy. Can you

dark eyes clouded. He looked at his daughter, his

on, you won't

even rounder. She

why not? Is it because Mom doesn't like it? She's always so petty about Violet. Whenever we're with her, Mom would get all upset. But lately, she barely seems to care. Why

had no answer for