The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 216

Victoria had been holed up at home, nursing her injuries for over two weeks. Every day, right on schedule, Curtis would check in on her—never prying for details, never asking why.

He even seemed to consider her feelings. If she wanted, he'd have the company cover the cost of a getaway, just to help her clear her head.

But Victoria didn't need a vacation. What she needed was to become strong enough to reclaim everything the Turner family had lost—everything that belonged to her grandfather and her mother.

So she sat at home, sipping coffee and keeping up with the financial news. Yasmine would send her real-time updates on V&S Group's latest R&D projects, and watching her bank balance steadily grow was Victoria's greatest comfort.

Once her foot had healed enough, she knew she had to return to Quantum Core Technologies. She and Curtis weren't exactly close, and the company's most vital technology remained out of reach for her.

One afternoon, as she was buried in paperwork, her phone rang.

It was Gwyneth.

Victoria glanced at the screen but didn't pick up right away.

Last weekend, Gwyneth had told her she was off to violin class, but Victoria knew she'd actually gone with McNeil to pick up Violet. She understood, and she wouldn't hold it against her daughter—even if a younger Victoria might have lost sleep over it. Now, she'd accepted it. Maybe, she thought, she truly didn't care anymore.

As the ringtone was about to cut off, Victoria finally answered.

"Hello?"

"Mom, tomorrow's Saturday. Will you come and stay with me?" Gwyneth's voice was direct as always, not a hint of hesitation.

"Are you home alone?" Victoria asked.

Gwyneth had just gotten back from school to the house on Winding Peak Lane, but the housekeeper had said Dad and Ms. Marchand were both out. She'd have to eat dinner by herself again. Thinking of her mom, she wished Victoria could be there right now—but she was staying with Violet, and didn't know how to bring it up.

"Yeah. Tomorrow I'll be alone too. Can you come?" Gwyneth pleaded.

If Dad and Ms. Marchand were still busy tomorrow, maybe she'd just go to Mom's place instead.