The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 492

"Grandpa, let the nanny carry them inside, okay? They're still little and love to kick and squirm—you don't want to hurt yourself."

Victoria's voice was soft and coaxing, but the old man just grinned, eyes crinkling with delight.

"I'll be fine, I'll be fine," he insisted, waving off her concern.

He was determined to do it himself, so in the end, Victoria compromised and let him carry just one-little Chris.

Girls were delicate, after all, best not to risk a fall, but as for boys-well, the Langford family had always raised them tough. They could handle a little roughhousing.

Grandpa took little Chris into his arms, beaming from ear to ear. Victoria pressed her lips together in mild resignation and followed them inside.

McNeil trailed after them, keeping a polite distance-never too close, never too far.

That evening, Grandpa invited them to stay for dinner. With the children there, Victoria couldn't refuse.

invisible, just a silent fixture at the table. Grandpa didn't look at his eldest grandson

life at the Turner house and it wouldn't be convenient. Grandpa had no choice but to let

man.

every day is a blessing. I'm sixty-five now-doubt I'll make it to sixty-eight. Who knows how many more times I'll get to

to the door, tears and snot running down his face as he spoke,

make it to sixty-eight? She

jogging around at eighty-six. He had monthly checkups, and the doctors always said his health was better than

ate only organic fruits and vegetables grown on the estate's private gardens, breathed the fresh mountain

might not

but he was right about

all, he doted on his great-grandchildren even before they were

just never had the same charm as the little ones. You could see it in the way Grandpa treated McNeil; his eldest

mind

his car, looking sleepier than the twins. By the end of the drive, her head lolled to the side and she dozed off

Turner house. As soon as the car stopped, Victoria's eyes snapped open. She got out with