The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 199

Victoria’s expression was unreadable.

“We’re going to see Mr. Clark.”

She ignored Slater’s question, refusing to respond even as he pressed her for an answer.

Meanwhile, after a long surgery, Violet had been transferred to a private suite in the hospital—no doubt arranged by McNeil. The Millers had crowded the room to capacity. Simms had even fetched a chair for Mrs. Miller so she could sit.

“What on earth happened?” Janice asked, her voice tight with worry. “Weren’t you just supposed to be at a little competition? How did you end up so badly hurt you needed to be hospitalized?”

Violet, now awake, managed a sheepish smile in Yulia’s direction. “Auntie, it’s just a minor injury. I didn’t mean to scare Grandma into coming down here.”

Yulia gave her a stern look, brushing aside any pretense of calm. “Don’t talk like that, dear. We’re family. When the news broke that something had happened to you, your grandmother nearly fainted from worry.”

Marian, standing nearby, couldn’t help but tease. “Well, that’s what happens when you land yourself such a good boyfriend, cousin. If something happened to you, it wouldn’t just be Grandma flipping out—Grandpa would probably climb out of his grave just to check on you.”

Edith nudged Marian sharply. “Don’t talk nonsense.”

She quickly added with an apologetic smile, “Don’t mind Marian, Violet—she’s just being silly. But honestly, the accident was all over the news. We saw everything. The car split in two and caught fire—it scared us all half to death.”

Simms shot Edith a warning look and cleared his throat, making her fall silent.

Janice squeezed Violet’s hand. “Sweetheart, you’re family to us. Thank goodness you’re all right. If anything had really happened, your aunt, your uncle—and I, your great-aunt—would never have recovered.”

Violet felt a wave of emotion as McNeil entered, taking in the scene of the Millers clustered protectively around her.

Simms turned to thank him. “Thank you for staying by Violet’s side through all this.”

McNeil answered quietly, “It’s the least I could do.”