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.

knelt in front of her and gently ruffled her hair. Only

"I thought we were waiting

bright eyes-so much like Victoria's. The way she spoke,

image, and McNeil had always doted

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

he so often took Gwyneth to visit

she'd accuse him of orchestrating Gwyneth's birth, or of planning to send their daughter

"But I want to blow out the candles with you now, because I need to step out for a

mention of cake and candles, Gwyneth eagerly set down her

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

for her mother made McNeil's heart

said softly, "No, sweetheart. And... Mom might not be able to join you for the candles this

in shock. The idea that her mother could just leave-on her birthday, of all days-was unthinkable. Even when there

with disappointment as she gazed up at McNeil, eyes wide and

She's always so busy. Can you ask her to

dark eyes clouded. He looked at

from now on, you won't be seeing Violet anymore? How would you

eyes grew even rounder.

Whenever we're with her, Mom would get

had no answer for her