The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 399

“What are your plans? If there’s anything I can do to help, just say the word.”

Victoria’s gaze softened as she looked at Stein. He was the only family she had left in the world. She never would’ve imagined she’d still have someone so close and trustworthy by her side in this lifetime.

“You’ve already done more than enough for me, big brother.”

Victoria was no longer afraid of Simms. If she’d hesitated in the past, it was only because she couldn’t ignore the fact that Simms’s blood ran in her veins. But now that it was clear Simms had no ties to the Turner family, she felt justified in doing whatever needed to be done.

Just then, the sound of voices erupted at the front door. A group of people clamored to get inside, leaving the housekeeper at a loss.

Yasmine went to check and saw Osborn, Lyndon, and the rest of the crew from the racing team piling in.

A moment ago, the living room had been empty and quiet; suddenly, it was buzzing with life.

It was the first time any of the guys had seen Victoria with her noticeably pregnant belly, and they all stared in surprise—except for Osborn, whose expression was pure envy.

“If only you’d agreed to marry me back then,” Osborn quipped, tossing out a verbal grenade. “Since I can’t be the real dad, I’m calling dibs on being godfather.”

That set the whole room off.

“We want to be godfathers too! How many can you have at once? Maybe we should all get a turn!” someone joked, and laughter erupted.

Victoria glared at them.

“I’m not a sow, you know. Having twins is already more than enough. Can’t you guys get serious for a second? Why don’t you go find yourselves some girlfriends? You’re not getting any younger—it’s about time you settled down.”

Lyndon, usually the quiet one, couldn’t take his eyes off Victoria’s belly. “If it’s a boy, the racing team’s got him covered.”

Victoria blinked. “Come again?”

One of the guys clapped a hand on Lyndon’s shoulder. “We’ll teach him to race and fix cars, of course! Just picture it—a little guy tearing up the track with us, wearing a kid-sized racing suit. He could ride in the front seat—or even on the roof! With Victoria’s kid, he’s bound to be a looker. He’ll be our team mascot for sure.”

Victoria rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. They were treating her child like a toy.

Osborn piped up, “I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, I want to be godparent either way!”

Stein watched the chaos with a faint smile, then said, “You all have fun. I’ll be heading out now.”

It was only then that everyone seemed to notice he was still in the room.

“Take care!” the racing crew chorused, though their voices were cool, tinged with wariness.

Osborn, on the other hand, was all grins. “Don’t be a stranger, brother-in-law! Come hang out with us more often!”

The room went quiet for a beat.

Osborn looked around. “What? Why are you all staring at me?”