The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 214

As his mother, I always have to check his emotional weather forecast before daring to show a little concern. Say one wrong thing, and he'll storm out and disappear for three years.

Kimberly let out a deep sigh and pulled a large rectangular box from the bag she'd brought with her.

"It's been years since we last saw each other. Osborn told me you'd been studying abroad and only just got back this month. He said he was coming to Starfall City to see you, so I didn't try to keep him home. Please, don't tell him I came looking for him.

Starfall City's weather isn't much different from Evermore, but he loves to play it cool and never dresses warm enough. I worry he'll catch a chill, so I knitted him a scarf—made it myself. Could you give it to him for me? Just don't mention it's from me."

Kimberly took out a vivid sapphire-blue scarf, its fine wool soft and warm to the touch.

Victoria could feel the depth of Kimberly's affection for her son. Suddenly, she thought of her own mother, who used to handcraft little toys for her, filling her childhood with warmth and happiness.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Clark. I'll take care of it."

She carefully tucked the scarf away as Kimberly nodded, pulling out a delicate jewelry box from her purse.

"Osborn said you like jade. Last month, his father and I were at an auction and saw this jade pendant. We bought it for you—hope you don't mind."

Victoria looked as Kimberly opened the box. Inside was a striking imperial green jade pendant carved into the figure of the Madonna. Had she not been nursing her injured foot, Victoria might have jumped up in shock.

"Mrs. Clark, this is far too generous. I can't accept it."

This pendant must be worth at least sixteen million. She and Osborn were just friends—Kimberly had knitted her son a scarf, but was giving Victoria a priceless jade. How could she possibly accept?

"You have to. Osborn's stubborn with everyone but you. If you weren't so indifferent to him, I'd have arranged your wedding long ago. Are you sure you only see him as a friend? Is there really no chance for something more?"

Kimberly's question left Victoria's cheeks burning. Now she realized Osborn hadn't told his parents about her marriage at all.

"I heard you just got back from your studies overseas. No one can control that boy—not even me, and I'm his mother.

Victoria, money doesn't mean much in our family. Osborn's father's business brings in enough each year to buy twenty pendants like this. Don't let it weigh on your conscience. If you can't marry Osborn, then at least promise me you'll be my goddaughter. When a mother gives a gift to her own child, it's only natural to accept it."

"Vicky, why haven't you come to visit me at the hospital these past few days? I'm getting discharged tomorrow—will you come pick me up?"

Every word trembled with a childish whine that made Victoria's skin crawl. Osborn was shamelessly pouting.

"I've just been swamped at work. I really can't make it right now—"

Osborn sat on his hospital bed, his expression chilly.

Just then, his phone buzzed—a notification of two hundred million transferred into his account.

"Yeah, you're busy these days. Rolling in money, aren't you? How about you keep me as your sugar baby—?"

"…"

Victoria sighed. "I really am busy. But I knitted you a scarf myself. I'll have my assistant bring it to you later—make sure you wear it, okay?"