The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 554

The moment Gwyneth caught sight of the dagger, her legs gave out and she collapsed in a faint.

Fortunately, Hawthorne was quick enough to catch her. Even before Bill Crawford had a chance to brandish the blade, Hawthorne had already seized his wrist, wrestled the weapon from his grip, and driven it straight into the wall behind Bill's ear. The force of the blow was so great that only half the handle was left protruding.

Bill Crawford, who had been reeking of whiskey and barely aware of his surroundings, sobered up in an instant.

Someone shouted for security, and the restaurant manager hurried over, alarmed by the commotion. Seeing the scene, he immediately called his staff to step in.

"Mr. Everhart-"

Bill Crawford stood there, stunned and speechless. He'd only meant to save a shred of dignity, not to actually hurt anyone. Now, seeing Gwyneth lying unconscious, remorse broke through his bravado. "I didn't touch her. Gwyn-"

Bill's feelings for Gwyneth were never truly malicious—just the stubborn pride and possessiveness of a man who'd lost control.

"Escort Mr. Crawford out," the manager ordered. "He's brandished a weapon and threatened someone. Let the authorities sort this out."

his arms and carried her outside. Hans fell in step beside him, already on the phone dealing with Bill Crawford's mess. The rest of the gaming department, who had witnessed their boss carry

their

was led away, he couldn't help but glance back, watching as Hawthorne placed Gwyneth in the car, guilt written all

Gwyneth?" he managed to ask as Hans

wrist, then landed a punch squarely on Bill's face. As Bill clutched his bleeding nose, Hans

Hans snorted. "Good luck with that. Maybe try saying it

beaded on her forehead as she murmured

Mommy. Don't hurt Daddy.

No matter how gently Hawthorne called her name, he couldn't pull

can ease her pain?"

bring Gwyneth in for a quick checkup and leave her in the care of a

a helpless shake of the head.

we're ER physicians. Miss Langford's symptoms appear to

consult with our mental

persistent nightmares, and her inability to wake from them, pointed to a deeper