The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 473

Victoria fixed McNeil with an icy stare. “Suit yourself.”

She turned on her heel and walked away without a hint of hesitation. Behind her, McNeil coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He dropped to one knee, bracing himself with a hand on the floor, refusing to collapse completely.

Victoria was nearly at the restaurant’s entrance when one of the bodyguards hurried to block her path.

“Ma’am—”

She shot him a cold look, and he immediately dropped his gaze. “Ms. Turner, Mr. Langford just started coughing up blood. Could you— maybe—?”

They’d worked for McNeil for years, but none of them had ever seen Mr. Langford in this state.

“Coughing up blood?”

A flash of memories flickered through Victoria’s mind.

The accident. McNeil and Randy, the twisted wreckage. Victoria had nearly bled out to save McNeil. Mann had fetched Violet to save Randy.

She stared back at the bodyguard. “Let him cough. How much could he possibly cough up? Enough to give back all the blood I lost saving him?”

Without another word, Victoria strode off.

The bodyguard watched her retreating figure and, for the first time, realized how much Mrs. Langford had changed.

She used to love Mr. Langford so much she would have died for him. Now, she seemed perfectly capable of watching him die without a flicker of emotion.

McNeil emerged from the back, barely staying upright as four bodyguards rushed over to support him.

“Take me back to Starfall City.”

“Mr. Langford, shouldn’t we get you to a hospital?”

Blood stained his lips and his once-white shirt, the red shockingly bright. Anyone seeing him would think he might not make it.

“I said take me back to Starfall City. Do you not understand English?”

Even bloodied, McNeil’s voice was forceful enough to make the bodyguards tremble. They hustled him into the car without further protest.

—

Victoria brought the three children home. Two of McNeil’s bodyguards were waiting.

“Ms. Turner, Mr. Langford asked us to bring Miss Gwyneth home.”

Just as she hoped, McNeil was gone. He had sent the bodyguards to collect Gwyneth.

Gwyneth clung to Victoria’s sleeve. “Mommy, where is Daddy taking me?”

She’d been here for several months now—Daddy had even arranged for her to transfer schools.

This kindergarten was much bigger and more fun than the one in Starfall City.