The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 555

"Gwyn, sweetheart, it's not your fault."

Hawthorne's voice was low and steady, and somehow, his words managed to quiet Gwyneth's trembling. He watched her with a furrowed brow, his gaze fixed on her delicate face.

The Langford family scandal in Starfall City was hardly a secret. Years ago, the head of the Langford Group had neglected his wife for his mistress, ultimately sending his own daughter to live with the other woman. The resulting divorce had become gossip fodder for everyone in town.

Most blamed the Langfords' eldest daughter-the very girl before him, who just hours ago had been so full of life. They whispered that if she hadn't fixated on the woman her father kept on the side, if she hadn't accepted a stranger as her mother, maybe her parents wouldn't have divorced. Maybe her father wouldn't have ended up in a coma trying to save her, leaving her younger siblings without a dad and their once-intact family in pieces.

Hawthorne had always considered it a story, nothing more. In fact, he sometimes felt he owed that little girl he'd never met a debt of gratitude. If not for the Langford family's downfall, the Everharts wouldn't be where they were today- McNeil, that ruthless rival, would have swallowed their legacy whole.

He watched as Gwyneth slowly turned to curl her arms around herself, clutching tightly. She looked nothing like the tormented girl from moments before. Now, she pressed her cold cheek against the warmth of his hand, absentmindedly tracing his knuckles and murmuring like a small, docile pet.

"Daddy... Daddy, I didn't mean it. I don't ever want Ms. Marchand again."

Ms. Marchand everyone in Starfall City knew that meant Violet. She'd nearly singlehandedly ruined the legendary business tycoon a decade ago. She could've made a name for herself honestly, but she'd wasted every opportunity and resorted to dirty tricks. Now, she was just another forgotten face, destined to spend the rest of her days behind bars.

The gesture soothed Gwyneth, and for the rest of

him until morning, enduring the numbness in his

woke, she found herself in a hospital bed, Leonie

my god, Gwyn, you're finally

Leonie looked as if

night returned. She remembered drinking too much, almost being

tried to take advantage of her. Then Hawthorne appeared. After that, she'd seen a knife, and everything had gone

here?" she asked, wondering if Hawthorne had

was nowhere

called me, so I rushed over as soon as I

nodded. So it had

A sudden thought struck her, and she turned to Leonie. "You didn't tell your

Everhart was a warm, caring woman,

rehearsal at the theater this morning and