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.

McNeil might as well have been invisible, just a silent fixture

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

man.

it

to the door, tears and snot running down his face as he spoke, convinced he was being deeply moving. Victoria listened with polite

make it to sixty-eight?

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

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

McNeil might not

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

doted on his great-grandchildren even before they

see it in the way Grandpa treated McNeil; his eldest grandson had

His mind was entirely

sleepier than the twins. By the end of the

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