Victoria answered the phone.
The moment she picked up, Gwyneth’s voice cracked with sobs.
“Mummy, please don’t divorce Daddy. I don’t want Violet to be my mother. Please come home.”
Victoria listened to her daughter’s crying, but her heart remained numb and unmoved.
“Gwyn, you’re almost a big girl now. Even though Daddy and I aren’t together anymore, we both love you just the same.”
Her pregnancy had left Victoria exhausted, her belly growing heavier by the day. She barely had the energy to explain things to Gwyneth, and honestly, she didn’t see the point. After all, she and McNeil had been separated for months—Gwyneth hadn’t called until now, probably just struggling to accept the change in the moment, not truly bothered about the divorce itself.
Besides, Gwyneth was still so young. Soon, something new would catch her attention and she’d forget all about this.
“I don’t want that, Mummy. Please come back, I don’t want this.”
No matter how Gwyneth wailed, Victoria felt nothing but emptiness.
“Gwyn, I have something to take care of. We’ll talk later, okay?”
Without waiting for another word, she hung up. Worried that McNeil would call to lecture her next, she put her phone on silent to avoid his calls altogether.
Back at McNeil’s office, Gwyneth sat quietly, her tears spent, a sullen look on her face.
McNeil reached out, wanting to comfort her with a gentle touch, but his hand faltered mid-air.
“Daddy, is it because Mummy has someone else now? Is that why she won’t come home? Does she not want me anymore? She has another baby now, right?”
Pain twisted in McNeil’s chest. But he couldn’t find a single word to reassure her.
At the McNeil estate, after Violet left, Xenia was so furious her whole body trembled.
Violet wasn’t wrong about one thing—Xenia had served the Langford family faithfully for years, and because of that, everyone in the household treated her with respect.
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