The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 506

She was a villain, and not just any villain—this one wanted to kill her mom and dad.

"No, sweetheart, Daddy's just sleeping," Victoria said gently, telling Gwyneth only half the truth. After all, for a child as young as Gwyneth, the word "coma" would mean nothing.

Violet's betrayal had shaken Gwyneth to her core. It's hard enough for an adult to accept being hurt by someone who pretended to love them-how could a child possibly cope?

Victoria had been at Gwyneth's side these past few days, all while caring for the twins. She was stretched thin, and if not for Haley and the housekeepers, she would have been truly overwhelmed especially since her father had just handed her the company to run as well.

Gwyneth looked up at Victoria with wide, searching eyes.

"Really?"

Her little shoulders quivered as if she needed reassurance. A faint, unspoken guilt had taken root in her heart; Gwyneth sensed that if it hadn't been for her, Daddy wouldn't have gotten hurt. She didn't understand much, but that feeling of responsibility was already there, invisible yet heavy, even if Victoria hadn't noticed. Gwyneth had always been a sensitive child, and Violet's actions had wounded her deeply. She blamed herself fiercely-if she hadn't followed Violet, maybe Daddy wouldn't be "sleeping." Mommy said he'd be asleep for a very long time. What did that mean?

"It's true, honey, I promise. Daddy's going to be okay. In a few days, I'll take you to visit him, okay?” Victoria soothed, her voice soft and reassuring. She couldn't possibly tell such a young child the whole truth, nor expect her to bear it. Instead, Victoria decided she'd send Gwyneth to stay with Lyndon in a few days.

They'd already been teaching her to race, and to everyone's surprise, Gwyneth showed even more talent for it than

herself to a sport so dangerous and male-dominated, she had no better option now. Gwyneth was trapped in a cycle of fear after the kidnapping; if things went on this way, Victoria worried about the toll on her mental health. The best she could do now was to help Gwyneth focus on something else —maybe being with Lyndon

Gwyneth nodded,

hair, eyes brimming

back to Evermore City?" she asked

up, confused, tears still

to keep practicing racing with Mr.

in

There's no one here

help you with that,"

in Gwyneth's gaze, chasing away some of the

said, a little

breaking through for the first time in days. Racing was the only thing that seemed to lift

gently gathered Gwyneth's hair, brushing it back from her smooth forehead and carefully braiding

too, Mommy?"