BookToReadChapter 206 Max hadn't been gone long before he unexpectedly ran into Gwyneth.
She was skipping along beside McNeil as he helped Violet complete her discharge paperwork. Clearly, Gwyneth hadn't expected to see Max here either. The moment the two little rivals locked eyes, sparks practically flew. McNeil noticed Gwyneth suddenly stop in her tracks and gave a gentle nudge, "Why'd you stop?" Gwyneth wrinkled her nose. "Daddy, I'll catch up with you later." Before McNeil could respond, she stormed off straight toward Max.
McNeil was busy enough as it was, so he didn't bother trying to stop her.
Max spotted Gwyneth coming and immediately scowled, refusing to back down. "What are you doing here?" Just seeing Max made Gwyneth's temper flare. She was still frustrated from losing to him in that video game- especially since she'd always thought she was better and her pride still stung.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What about you, you weasel? Why are you here?" Max shot Gwyneth a triumphant look. He'd secretly enjoyed making her cry last time. How could he, a proud little man, accept losing a gto a girl? "Hmph, I'm here with Miss Violet. You know, the amazing lady who taughthow to play." Gwyneth puffed up with pride, chin held high.
Max snorted. "Well, I'm here with Miss Fannie. She's the one who taughtthe gand made you cry, remember?" That jab hit home. Gwyneth's cheeks flushed angrily.
"Violet's the real expert! She's the one who made the gin the first place." Max pulled a silly face. "Yeah, right. Miss Fannie taughthow to beat you, and you still lost. Violet made the game? Givea break! You and Violet are both just full of hot air." Gwyneth's protests rolled right off Max. In his eyes, Miss Fannie was the greatest there was.
Their bickering escalated quickly, voices rising and faces turning red. Meanwhile, McNeil finished up Violet's release and, realizing Gwyneth hadn't cback, guided Violet out toward the lobby while searching for her.
In the main hall, the two kids were still mid-argument, oblivious to everything else. McNeil spotted another familiar face: Marcus, holding a bottle of ointment.
McNeil's gaze flicked to the medicine in Marcus's hand. "You're hurt?" Marcus noticed Violet leaving with McNeil. He and sother friends had visited her during her hospital stay. "No, it's for a friend," Marcus replied.
Violet teased, "A girlfriend? Or are you just tagging along with your boyfriend at the hospital?" McNeil's expression darkened instantly he couldn't help thinking of Victoria, who'd been driving Marcus's car recently.
Marcus gave an awkward shrug. "Yeah, a female friend. Not quite a girlfriend... yet."
He was hoping to use this chance to get closer to Victoria, though he wasn't sure how she felt. Still, chasing after a woman couldn't possibly be harder than running a company, could it? "What happened? Is she badly hurt?" Violet asked, glancing at McNeil, who seemed unbothered.
"She took a fall while dancing-just a minor fracture," Marcus replied, missing the relief that flickered across McNeil's face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictoria can't dance, McNeil thought to himself.
He stepped between the two bickering kids. "We wo We won't keep you any longer d'Inget Violet out of here. You go take care of your business." Marcus was just as eager to make his escape, pulling Max away with him.
As they left, Violet leaned in and spoke casually, "Aren't you even going to ask if his 'girlfriend' is Victoria?" "If Victoria's seeing someone, that's her business," McNeil said evenly.
But Violet couldn't quite shake her doubts-did he truly not care anymore?
McNeil scooped Gwyneth up and wiped away her tears. "Victoria and I signed the divorce papers. From now oh, whatever she does, or whoever she marries, is her own choice."
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