The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 335

“I suppose you’re not a fan of red roses. Next time, I’ll bring something else,” McNeil said lightly.

Victoria just stared at him.

During dinner, McNeil started asking Victoria about the new game she was developing.

She answered each question, calm and composed.

“With this release, you’ll easily pocket a couple hundred million,” he remarked.

Victoria shot him a look. “Thanks.”

He grinned. “No need for that between family.”

She let out a quiet, sardonic laugh.

Victoria looked at him again. “McNeil, are you feeling alright? Maybe you should see a doctor.”

He served her another helping of vegetables. “No need. I feel great. If you don’t believe me, you can check for yourself tonight.”

Victoria kept her eyes on her plate, suddenly finding her food far more interesting than the conversation.

Just then, McNeil’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the caller ID, stood up, and headed to the front hall to take the call.

Victoria watched him go, expression unreadable. He’d been sticking to her like glue these days—never giving her a moment’s peace. She figured Violet must be annoyed by now.

She shrugged it off and continued eating with Gwyneth.

“Maynard?”

“Mr. Langford, we’ve completed the investigation. There’s absolutely no blood relation between Stein and Mrs. Turner’s mother. The Campbell family has no marital ties to the Turners either.”

McNeil’s hand tightened around his phone. “You’re certain.”

Maynard paused. “Absolutely.”

“Understood.”

He hung up and went back to the dining room.

Gwyneth had already finished eating and was itching to go play in her room. Victoria had barely eaten, but as she got up, McNeil’s voice stopped her.

“How’s the V&S Group situation coming along? I’ve already given you an extension.”

Victoria froze. She’d hoped he’d let the V&S Group matter drop. Apparently, that was wishful thinking.

“Let me think about it.”

“You have three days. Get the paperwork ready. My assistant will be in touch.”

He got up and left, cold as stone.

Victoria sat there, speechless. Lately, McNeil’s moods had been all over the place—so unlike him.

Just the mention of V&S Group killed whatever appetite she had left.

She stood up to go upstairs, but a wave of nausea struck her. She barely made it to the bathroom before she was doubled over, retching until her stomach was empty.

No fever, no signs of a cold. When she was done, she felt like she’d been hit over the head.

Come to think of it, her period was late—very late. There’d been a few times with McNeil when they hadn’t used protection, but she’d thought it was her safe window, so she hadn’t worried.

She immediately ordered a pregnancy test. The two bold red lines that appeared were unmistakable.

Pregnant. The shock hit her like a thunderclap.

But before long, she pulled herself together.

After dropping Gwyneth off at school, Victoria went to the hospital, then headed to the old family estate.