The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 473

Victoria fixed McNeil with an icy stare. "Suit yourself."

She turned on her heel and walked away without a hint of hesitation. Behind her, McNeil coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He dropped to one knee, bracing himself with a hand on the floor, refusing to collapse completely.

Victoria was nearly at the restaurant's entrance when one of the bodyguards hurried to block her path.

"Ma'am"

She shot him a cold look, and he immediately dropped his gaze. "Ms. Turner, Mr. Langford just started coughing up blood. Could you— maybe?”

They'd worked for McNeil for years, but none of them had ever seen Mr. Langford in this state.

"Coughing up blood?"

A flash of memories flickered through Victoria's mind.

The accident. McNeil and Randy, the twisted wreckage. Victoria had nearly bled out to save McNeil. Mann had fetched Violet to save Randy.

She stared back at the bodyguard. "Let him cough. How much could he possibly cough up? Enough to give back all the blood I lost saving him?"

Without another word, Victoria strode off.

The bodyguard watched her retreating figure and, for the first time, realized how much Mrs. Langford had changed.

She used to love Mr. Langford so much she would have died for him. Now, she seemed perfectly capable of watching him die without a flicker of emotion.

the back, barely staying upright as four bodyguards

me back to

Langford, shouldn't we get

lips and his once-white shirt, the red shockingly bright. Anyone

back to Starfall City. Do you not

bodyguards tremble. They hustled

brought the three children home.

Mr. Langford asked us to bring

McNeil was gone. He had sent the

"Mommy, where

now-Daddy had even arranged for

bigger and more fun than the one in Starfall

the first time in ages, she pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek. The feelings she thought she'd lost had been slowly returning during these days spent

at

you don't

Daddy just

be

face fell in

but... I want to stay with Chris and Celia-

Victoria's expression tightened.

she didn't want Gwyneth with her; she

it was because McNeil had been around lately. If he left, maybe in time

to remind her gently, "If you don't go, won't your

pouted, her lips sticking out in

always busy. She hasn't visited me in