The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 415

"The old bastard really knows how to play dirty. On a day like this, he can't even give us his blessing? Does he really have to humiliate his own grandson and granddaughter-in-law in front of everyone?"

Violet's face was flushed with anger, nearly green with frustration. She turned to McNeil for help. "McNeil?"

McNeil's expression was icy, and his words were even colder. "If Grandfather wants you to sign, then sign."

Yulia, unable to sit still, blurted out, "This is outrageous! I won't let her marry into this family."

She stood up, ready to storm the stage, but Simms caught her by the arm. "Don't make things worse. If Violet doesn't marry McNeil, who else is she going to marry? Besides, if McNeil really cares, what does a prenuptial agreement matter? Honestly, you're so naïve."

Defeated, Yulia sank back into her seat, seething with resentment. In a low voice, she hissed, "So we're just going to let Violet be bullied by the Langfords like this?"

Simms replied calmly, "Bullied? Once Violet marries in, she'll be Mrs. Langford. She'll be family, and that comes with its own advantages."

Simms, ever the businessman, saw things differently than Yulia.

with humiliation, but she

pen aside with a frosty

old man's messenger smiled and nodded. "Wishing you both a

on her own rage. The old man had taken away her ability to have children, yet now he sent someone to wish

Violet looked at McNeil-her

priest watched as they came together at the altar,

"Violet..."

"Violet, my Violet..."

startled Violet so much

in plain, unfashionable

stepped forward and asked politely, "Excuse me, are you sure you're in the

pointed at Violet. "No mistake. Today is my

could've heard a pin drop as every guest fell silent, and the press turned their cameras on them. They stopped in front of Violet, tears of joy streaming down their

Violet. You've grown so much. Thank you for remembering to send for

her side, while Violet was