The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 417

McNeil’s expression froze, and he struggled to get the words out. “What did you just say?”

Violet replied, her voice steady, “I said my father is Simms, and my mother is Yulia.”

A wave of breathlessness hit McNeil. He blurted out, almost without thinking, “So, Victoria knows too?”

Violet couldn’t understand why he would bring up Victoria at a time like this. Right now, all she wanted was for the couple to leave—immediately.

“Maybe she does,” she answered, not bothering to hide her impatience.

McNeil’s heart twisted painfully in his chest. Only now did he truly understand what it meant to be torn apart by jealousy. If Victoria had known from the very beginning that Violet was Simms’s daughter, he couldn’t imagine how much it must’ve hurt her to see him with Violet.

He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles went white. Violet’s eyes pleaded with him, but he showed no sign of softening.

“That’s your family business. I can’t get involved.”

Just then, someone among the guests started clapping.

“A wedding with this much drama—now that’s entertainment.”

Osborn Clark emerged from the crowd, every step deliberate. Violet stared at him as if she’d seen a ghost.

Victoria’s friends were here—did that mean Victoria herself was somewhere in the crowd?

Panic flared in Violet’s eyes as she scanned the room, but she didn’t spot Victoria anywhere.

Osborn strode confidently up to McNeil and extended a hand. “Mr. Langford, on behalf of a few mutual friends, let me wish you and Ms. Marchand a long and happy marriage.”