The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 503

Starfall Hospital

Victoria hadn’t closed her eyes all night. She’d sat vigil outside the ER until dawn, nerves strung tight, waiting for any sign—good or bad.

Finally, as the lights in the corridor dimmed, doctors and nurses emerged, pushing an unconscious McNeil on a gurney. Victoria stared at the doctor, her heart pounding. Ailie and Yasmine, rushed in, breathless and anxious, having just heard the news.

The doctor shook his head. Victoria swayed, suddenly dizzy, and Yasmine caught her arm. Ailie’s voice rang out, shrill with panic. “He’s dead? For God’s sake—”

“Miss, this is a hospital. Please keep your voice down,” a nurse interjected firmly.

Victoria could barely breathe, her chest tight with dread.

“No,” the doctor replied, glancing at Ailie with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. “Mr. Langford is still alive.”

Ailie exhaled hard. “Then why the hell were you shaking your head like that? Trying to give us a heart attack? Is he okay? I mean, that knife nearly went through him! How is he still alive? Even the Grim Reaper didn’t want him?”

“Ailie—” Victoria’s nerves were shot, and every word out of Ailie’s mouth made her heart race. She had to stop her before she said something truly regrettable. “Let the doctor finish.”

Ailie snapped her mouth shut.

“Mr. Langford was lucky. The blade missed his heart by less than an inch. We managed to save him, but he’s unlikely to wake up anytime soon.”

Ailie’s eyes went wide. “What do you mean, ‘unlikely to wake up’? What’s the point of being alive if you’re never going to wake up? Is he just supposed to lie there like a shrine for the rest of us to worship?”

Victoria wanted to cry, but for some reason, Ailie’s ridiculous outburst almost made her laugh.

She’d already made up her mind to raise her three children alone when she decided to divorce McNeil. She never planned on relying on him.

“I know you’re brave, and you have principles. I know you’ve given him three children even though you knew he didn’t love you. Are you never going to marry again? There are plenty of good men out there, but you’re still hung up on him.

Look at this—sure, he saved your life, but if it wasn’t for him, Violet never would’ve targeted Gwyn in the first place. Now he’s got the reputation of a hero, while you and your kids are left to pick up the pieces. Honestly, if it were me, I’d rather he died. He’s nothing but trouble.”

Ailie had clearly needed to get that off her chest, and Victoria listened quietly, letting her vent.

“I know you mean well, Ailie. But everyone’s life is different. Some things are just meant to be. Don’t worry—I’ll be fine.”

If McNeil stayed in this coma forever, there was nothing she could do. She looked to Yasmine. “Handle Violet’s case however you see fit. I want the harshest penalty possible.”