The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 439

Violet was stunned.

Her feet felt as if they were treading on clouds-unsteady, weightless, as if the ground had vanished beneath her.

Only now did the gravity of the situation truly hit her. Desperate, she dialed Kelvin.

"You have to tell me what's going on. Why did they suddenly decide they don't need the rare blood anymore?"

Kelvin, usually quick to pick up, was silent for a long moment. The silence nearly drove Violet mad.

"Ms. Marchand, you should know by now-you were never the one calling the shots. You're no match for the old man."

Violet bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood.

"That old bastard used my blood to save Randy. Even my so-called stomach cancer was something he plotted with me. And now what? He's finished using me and just wants to toss me aside?"

Kelvin sighed. "He's been playing a long game. Remember when Mr. Langford, his uncle, and his father were all in that car accident? Both Mr. Langford and Randy needed your blood to survive.

The old man actually agreed to you and McNeil being together. But you chose to run off abroad. Later, you struck your own deal with him-he'd turn a blind eye, let

you keep saving Randy, and let you stay by Mr. Langford's side.

He's kept all of that. Ms. Marchand, have you ever heard the saying that sometimes, being too clever is your own undoing?"

never have dared work with someone like Violet if not for the old man's pressure. It certainly wasn't Violet's little temptations

the brink of falling

it? You tell the old man

the only one who really knows the truth of all this.

If Mr. Langford ever finds out that, apart from saving his life,

phone, feeling all strength drain from her body. Could it be

and Victoria to break up, finally put on a wedding dress, and even married McNeil. She was closer than ever to becoming

the finish line,

She was going to Evermore

her whatever she wanted-was it really just for Randy's sake? Was there truly not a shred of love for

it.

see him, to hear him say it to

Evermore City

curtains. The first thing

there's anything you want to add, or if there's something you don't like,

voice was

it carefully-not so much for McNeil's sake, but

the first meeting. Sensibly, Ailie had edited out any trace of Violet, not wanting to

smoothly for Ailie, which set

nothing to criticize. Life was peaceful, even comforting-until

barged into Victoria's home. The moment she saw McNeil carefully blowing on a spoonful of hot soup and feeding it to Victoria, all the emotions Violet

with Victoria? Victoria, do you have no shame-clinging