The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 415

“The old bastard really knows how to play dirty. On a day like this, he can’t even give us his blessing? Does he really have to humiliate his own grandson and granddaughter-in-law in front of everyone?”

Violet’s face was flushed with anger, nearly green with frustration. She turned to McNeil for help. “McNeil?”

McNeil’s expression was icy, and his words were even colder. “If Grandfather wants you to sign, then sign.”

Yulia, unable to sit still, blurted out, “This is outrageous! I won’t let her marry into this family.”

She stood up, ready to storm the stage, but Simms caught her by the arm. “Don’t make things worse. If Violet doesn’t marry McNeil, who else is she going to marry? Besides, if McNeil really cares, what does a prenuptial agreement matter? Honestly, you’re so naïve.”

Defeated, Yulia sank back into her seat, seething with resentment. In a low voice, she hissed, “So we’re just going to let Violet be bullied by the Langfords like this?”

Simms replied calmly, “Bullied? Once Violet marries in, she’ll be Mrs. Langford. She’ll be family, and that comes with its own advantages.”

Simms, ever the businessman, saw things differently than Yulia.

Standing at the altar, Violet’s eyes brimmed with humiliation, but she took the pen and signed the agreement anyway.

When she finished, she tossed the pen aside with a frosty glare. “You can go back and report now.”

The old man’s messenger smiled and nodded. “Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness and many children.”

Violet almost choked on her own rage. The old man had taken away her ability to have children, yet now he sent someone to wish her a houseful of them.

After that unpleasant interruption, Violet looked at McNeil—her soon-to-be husband—and tried to set aside her anger.

The priest watched as they came together at the altar, picked up his Bible, and prepared to speak the vows.

“Violet…”

“Violet, my Violet…”

“So this is your precious niece—” Simms had already risen from her seat the moment she saw the elderly couple holding onto Violet.

Yulia never expected Violet’s parents to show up at the wedding. When she saw Simms leave, she rushed after her.

She didn’t catch up to Simms until they reached the lobby.

“Simms—”

Simms finally stopped. As Yulia caught up, Simms turned and slapped her hard across the face.

“Look at the mess you’ve made. You’ve embarrassed me in front of everyone. If you were going to invite them, why bring me at all?”

Yulia had no idea what was going on. Clutching her cheek, tears streamed silently down her face.