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.

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

for cake?" she asked eagerly. "I thought we

way she spoke,

and McNeil had always doted on her

truly frustrated him, it was her strictness with Gwyneth. He only ever wanted

Gwyneth to visit Violet-she always seemed to light

left today, she'd accuse him of orchestrating Gwyneth's birth, or of planning to

yet," McNeil said, his voice gentle. "But I want to blow out the candles with you

mention of cake and candles, Gwyneth eagerly

Violet told me that when two girls make a wish together, it's more likely to come true. And it has to be two

call for her mother made McNeil's heart ache all

little girl and said softly, "No, sweetheart. And... Mom might not be able

just leave-on her birthday, of all days-was unthinkable. Even

as she gazed up at McNeil,

about Violet, then? She's always so busy. Can you ask her to come for

dark eyes clouded. He looked at his

if I told you that from now on, you won't be seeing Violet

rounder.

like it? She's always so petty about Violet. Whenever we're with her, Mom would get all

no answer for her earnest