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:

it doesn't

risking the Langford name for

McNeil, that's your business. After the procedure,

own arrogance and

of his hand, he dismissed her

and Violet slipped into

finally woke, harsh overhead lights

table,

streamed down

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

until her voice was

old man entered, his expression as cold as

so, Victoria will always be the only daughter-in-law I recognize. You can be with McNeil for the rest of your life if you

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

Violet to the apartment,

through her days like a ghost. The old man's staff tended to her wounds with meticulous

unwrapped the bandages from her abdomen to change the dressing, she was overwhelmed by a wave

tell McNeil what had happened, but she couldn't bring

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