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.

and Victoria chatting away. McNeil might as well have been invisible, just a silent fixture at the table. Grandpa didn't look at his eldest grandson even once; it was as if

gently declined. She said the twins were used to life at the Turner

man.

make it to sixty-eight. Who knows how many more times I'll get to see these

running down his face as he spoke, convinced he

to sixty-eight? She almost

He had monthly checkups, and the doctors always said

gardens, breathed

might not

was right about one thing-it was good for the kids

all, he doted on his great-grandchildren even before

had the same charm as the little ones. You could see it in

His mind was

his car, looking sleepier than the twins. By

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