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.

Victoria chatting away. McNeil might as well have been invisible, just a silent fixture

and the three kids to stay a few days longer, but Victoria gently declined. She said the twins were used to life at the Turner house and it wouldn't be convenient. Grandpa had no choice but to let it go, simply reminding her to bring the children around more often to visit

man.

my age, every day is a blessing. I'm sixty-five now-doubt I'll make it

his face as he spoke, convinced

make it to

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

the estate's private gardens, breathed the fresh

might not even outlive

with a grain of salt, but he was right about one thing-it was good for the kids to

his great-grandchildren even before they

the same charm as the little ones. You could see it in the way Grandpa treated McNeil; his

that McNeil cared. His mind

twins. By the end of the drive, her head lolled to the side and she dozed off against

deliver the three of them safely back to the Turner house. As soon as the car stopped, Victoria's eyes snapped open. She got out with the nanny in tow, breezing away without so much as a backward