The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 388

Chapter 388

Violet's face drained of color. She'd come here to tell the old man that she could have children, hoping he'd finally agree to her marriage with McNeil. She never imagined he'd go this far.

"You can't do this to me," she pleaded. "All these years, I've stood by McNeil's side. You can't just take away my womb-if you do, how am I supposed to have children?"

The old man's gaze was icy, his tone sharper than a blade.

"That's your problem. I never intended for you to carry on the Langford family line. Someone like you? Hardly worthy."

He despised nothing more than people acting behind his back. In his world, he alone held the reins; only his word counted. Anyone who tried to play games with him would pay the price.

Women like Violet, who thought they could climb the social ladder by having a child, were nothing new to him. In his youth, he'd seen plenty-and even been targeted by a few himself. But no matter how desperate the Langfords were for an heir, he'd never allow some outsider's child into the family.

Violet was no match for the old man's cunning. She'd thought he was merely trying to scare her, but when he actually dragged her to a dark room in the family's old estate, panic truly set in.

She was strapped to a bed. Twenty minutes later, the door creaked open, and someone entered with a syringe of anesthetic.

Now Violet knew he was serious. She broke down, sobbing.

"I'm sorry! Please, I was only joking, I won't fight you anymore. I can't have children, just don't do this to me please, don't take my womb!"

The old man's cold voice drifted in from the hallway:

have children, then it doesn't matter

the Langford

business. After the procedure, you two can do

tolerated you long enough. It's your own arrogance and greed that brought you

wave of his hand, he dismissed her as if she were

and

she finally woke, harsh overhead lights

an operating table, her abdomen

streamed down

was gone. Her womb. She could never have children now-no miracle

until her voice was

entered, his expression as

can be with McNeil for the rest of your life if

bought you an apartment. The deed is in your name. Go live there. No

that, he ordered his men to take Violet to the apartment, even assigning

ghost. The old man's staff tended

her abdomen to change the dressing, she was overwhelmed by a wave of

Part of her wanted to tell McNeil what had happened, but she couldn't bring herself

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