The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 421

Simms might be furious now, but Yulia knew this would pass. Still, if anything happened to Violet, it would be like losing her own wings. She was pushing fifty—it wasn’t as if she could just have another child at her age.

“Fine, I’ll bail you out,” Yulia said at last, her voice tight. “But from now on, you do exactly as I say.”

Lately, she’d found Violet harder and harder to keep in line—and she knew exactly why. With McNeil as her backer, Violet’s attitude had grown more arrogant, too.

“I’ll do whatever you say. Just save me, Mom.”

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Elsewhere in Evermore City, Victoria was sprawled on her couch, her belly round and heavy. Pregnancy had made her lazier than ever, and she could barely stay awake these days.

After sleeping nearly the entire day, she woke to a racket coming from the apartment next door.

She remembered when she’d moved in, the place across the hall had been empty. Now, the noise was enough to give her a headache.

Yasmine heard it too. “I’ll go check what’s going on.”

Victoria nodded. “If it’s a new neighbor, maybe take a little welcome gift.”

Yasmine opened the door, and the moment she saw the man standing outside, she froze.

McNeil was there, overseeing movers as they lugged furniture into the apartment across the hall.

Yasmine’s mouth opened and closed; she had no idea what to say.

“Is it a new neighbor?” Victoria called out, rising carefully from her chaise lounge.

Yasmine had no choice but to turn back and help her.

“What is it?” Victoria asked, puzzled by Yasmine’s silence.

Then she spotted the sharply dressed man at the door, his eyes so soft she practically felt the goosebumps break out across her skin.

“McNeil, what the hell are you doing here?”

He looked at her, unbothered. “I bought the place across from yours. You’re pregnant, Victoria. You shouldn’t be alone. If you don’t want to see me all the time, that’s fine—I promise I won’t bother you.”

Victoria felt a headache throbbing at her temples. She almost wanted to cry. How could he just move in next door and claim he wouldn’t be a bother?

“McNeil, are you trying to drive me out?”

She sagged against Yasmine, who nearly lost her balance trying to support her. McNeil stepped forward and caught Victoria in his arms without hesitation.

“Careful. You’re pregnant. One wrong move, and you or the baby could be in danger. Victoria, could you please stop being so stubborn?”

He frowned, clearly struggling to leave her here alone and pregnant.