The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 200

McNeil let Simms’ words hang in the air, refusing to play along.

After seeing Simms and the others out of the hospital, his phone buzzed with a call from Gwyneth’s kindergarten teacher.

“Mr. McNeil, is everything all right at home? Gwyneth’s been crying nonstop in class today. She hasn’t stopped for a moment, and nothing we do seems to help. Would you mind picking her up early?”

The teacher sounded helpless. Lately, Gwyneth’s emotions had been all over the place—she’d get distracted during lessons, constantly asking to go home. The teacher had finally put her foot down, telling Gwyneth that even if her parents called in, she couldn’t skip school whenever she wanted. Only then had Gwyneth stopped pestering her.

But after Violet’s accident at the racetrack, Gwyneth couldn’t focus at all. The worry gnawed at her until, in the middle of class, she broke down in tears—tears no amount of comforting could stop. With nowhere else to turn, the teacher called McNeil.

McNeil couldn’t leave the hospital—he needed to stay by Violet’s side—so he sent the driver to pick Gwyneth up.

When Gwyneth finally arrived at the hospital, Violet happened to be awake. The moment she saw Violet, Gwyneth rushed over, her face crumpling with relief and worry.

“Violet, are you okay? I saw all those doctors carrying you away…”

She’d been terrified she’d never see Violet again, her heart in her throat all morning. Only when she saw Violet safe and sound did she finally stop crying.

Violet managed a gentle smile. “Sorry for making you worry, sweetheart. I’m okay.”

McNeil’s phone rang again, and he stepped outside to take the call.

Left alone, Violet reached out from her hospital bed and stroked Gwyneth’s tear-stained cheek, lowering her voice.

“I really let you down out there, didn’t I? I was aiming for first place, but… well, you saw what happened.”

She didn’t finish her sentence. Two broken ribs—she was lucky it wasn’t worse. For a moment there, panic had nearly overwhelmed her.

“You’re too good to me, Gwyneth. So I think you deserve a special reward.”

“A reward?” Gwyneth asked, her eyes lighting up. Right now, nothing could make her happier than knowing Violet was safe.

“I thought you might like the one game you’ve been wishing for. I’ve already had the company relaunch it. Would you like to try it?”

Gwyneth’s eyes went wide. She stared at Violet for a long moment, then threw her arms around her neck in delight.

“Are you serious? Did you really bring that game back to life?”

Violet smiled faintly at Gwyneth’s excitement and nodded. “Of course. You wanted to play it, and I promised I’d make it happen for you.”

She pulled out her phone and downloaded the V&S Group’s racing game from the app store, handing it to Gwyneth with a gentle smile.