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 even once;

to persuade Victoria 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

man.

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

he spoke, convinced he was being deeply moving. Victoria

it to sixty-eight? She almost

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

fruits and vegetables grown on the estate's private gardens, breathed

McNeil might not

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

he doted on his great-grandchildren even before they

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

that McNeil cared. His mind was entirely on

the moment she got in his car, looking sleepier than the twins. By the

the Turner house. As soon as the car stopped, Victoria's eyes