The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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:

doesn't matter

the Langford

want to stay with McNeil, that's your business. After the procedure, you two can do whatever

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

he dismissed her

anesthesia hit, and Violet slipped

she finally woke, harsh overhead lights stabbed at her

table, her

down

womb. She could never have children now-no miracle

her voice was raw

old man entered, his expression as

always be the only daughter-in-law I recognize. You can be with McNeil for the rest of your life if you want—it makes no difference to me. But you'll never set foot in the Langford house as

is in your name. Go

to take Violet to the apartment, even assigning a few nurses to

a week in bed, drifting through her days like a ghost. The old man's staff tended to her wounds with meticulous care, but nothing could ease the

unwrapped the bandages from her abdomen to change the dressing, she

felt utterly powerless. Part of her wanted to tell McNeil what had