The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 392

It wasn’t wrong to call her the Langford family’s heir—unless she gave birth to a son. If it was another daughter, the old man’s grand plan would fall apart.

The old man was a sly fox, always one step ahead. Even though she held fifty percent of The Langford Group’s shares, the agreement stated that the moment the child was born, the shares would be transferred to the baby—and the child had to take the Langford surname. That was non-negotiable.

Days had passed since her divorce from McNeil, and the old man hadn’t called her once. The old fox really knew how to bide his time.

At the hospital.

Yulia and Simms rushed in, breathless with worry when they heard Violet had been admitted. The moment Violet saw Yulia, tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over.

Simms’s eyes immediately went to the cuts on Violet’s wrists, his brow furrowing deeply.

“Arguing with McNeil isn’t a reason to try something like this,” he said sharply. “Suicide is the most foolish thing you could do. It won’t win a man back.”

Violet shrank back, too afraid to speak. But as she looked at Yulia, all the hurt she’d been holding back came flooding out.

“Auntie,” she choked out, “I can’t have children anymore. Why would God give me hope, only to snatch it away?”

Yulia stared at her in shock. They’d known about Violet’s infertility for years; Yulia had scoured the country for specialists and, in the past two years, things had even started to look up. There had been signs of improvement—so how could things have suddenly changed for the worse?

“What happened? Tell me everything,” Yulia urged gently.

Simms stood by with a stony face, feeling that something about all this was off.