The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 277

Gwyneth was absolutely delighted with her new model race car. She sat in the backseat, fiddling with it for ages, unable to put it down.

"Daddy, Mommy doesn't really like Max. She likes Max's uncle. So she won't leave me, right?"

Violet laughed. "And how did you figure out Mommy likes Max's uncle?"

Gwyneth looked at McNeil with innocent eyes, oblivious to the way his expression was growing colder by the second.

"I found this race car model in Mommy's car, and Max told me it was his birthday that day. I thought Mommy was going to give it to Max. But it turns out she was giving it to Max's uncle. So Mommy doesn't like Max—she likes his uncle."

She finished her explanation, then suddenly turned to McNeil.

"Daddy, did Mommy ever give you a present? Does Mommy not like you anymore because you like Violet?"

The driver nearly ran a red light at that, startled by Gwyneth's words.

In the rearview mirror, he could see McNeil's dark eyes flickering with red, veins standing out—a look that reminded him of a predator on the verge of attack.

The last time Mr. Langford smashed up a car, it had also been because Mrs. Langford was meeting someone.

The driver had a bad feeling that something was about to happen again.

"At the next corner, pull over. Take Miss Gwyneth home, then drive Ms. Marchand back."

McNeil's voice was low and tight, almost growling. Violet's face paled as she looked at him.

"We're not going back to Winding Peak Lane?"

She didn't understand what he meant.

"I've got something to take care of," McNeil replied.

Violet watched as McNeil got out at the next intersection, her confusion mirrored in Gwyneth's eyes. Gwyneth peered out the window, then turned to Violet.

"Violet, what's wrong with Daddy? Is he mad because I said Mommy likes Max's uncle?"

At first, Violet hadn't thought much of it. She assumed McNeil must have something important to do, which was why he wanted her and Gwyneth to go home first. She'd been busy with work lately and didn't want Gwyneth to get caught up in adult drama.

Still, Violet smiled gently at Gwyneth, her tone soft and patient.

"How could he be upset? Didn't you just say it yourself? Your daddy likes Violet. Why would he be angry that your mommy likes Max's uncle?"

Even so, Violet felt uneasy.

She asked the driver to let her out at a suitable spot.