The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 334

Violet hesitated for a moment before she finally couldn’t hold back and asked, “I called you so many times yesterday. Why didn’t you answer?”

Her voice trembled with hurt. He’d never done this to her before.

McNeil’s reply was curt. “Victoria came back yesterday. We had dinner together at home with Gwyn. It wasn’t convenient.”

The words drained all the color from Violet’s face. Her hand shook so badly she could barely hold her phone.

“So… you and Victoria made up? That’s good, I suppose. As long as she doesn’t blame me and fight with you again, I’ll be relieved.”

Victoria’s return caught her off guard. She’d thought Victoria didn’t care about her and McNeil anymore. Why would she come back now?

Tears glimmered at the corners of Violet’s eyes; her heart twisted painfully in her chest.

“She won’t. I’ve calmed her down. I’m driving now—gotta go.”

Before she could say another word, the line went dead, the beep of disconnection ringing in her ear. Violet nearly crushed the phone in her grip.

She opened her desk drawer, took out a bottle of pills, and after a long moment’s hesitation, swallowed one.

That afternoon, an ambulance pulled away from Quantum Core Technologies, a stretcher loaded in the back.

“Ms. Marchand really pushes herself too hard. How does someone wind up with a bleeding ulcer out of nowhere?”

“I heard she was seriously ill before. They say Mr. Langford spent a fortune to save her life.”

When Violet was carried out of the office, the whole company was buzzing.

“I just don’t get it—she’s got such a capable boyfriend. Why work herself to death like that?”

By the time McNeil got the call about Violet being hospitalized, it was already noon. He was still at home, having lunch with Victoria, just as he’d arranged.