The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 559

She clutched her mug, unable to put it down for a long time.

Gwyneth had barely sat down when her phone rang.

To her surprise, it was her great-aunt calling. She answered immediately.

"Gwyn, where are you right now? Your grandfather's very ill. You should come home-this might be your last chance to see him."

A chill shot through Gwyneth. Her hands shook so badly, she nearly dropped the phone.

Why hadn't her mother mentioned this when they spoke earlier?

"Where is he?" Gwyneth's voice trembled, as if saying it aloud would make it more real.

"He was just rushed into the ER. Your mom's already there. Gwyn, get back as soon as you can—I'm heading over right now. We'll talk later."

Emily Turner hung up and hurried off to the hospital with Celia and Chris to see Thorpe Langford.

just the occasional cold or headache. The family doctor visited every month for routine checkups. But today-no one knew why-he'd eaten an extra slice of cake and suddenly

tending to the old manor's garden or asking Victoria to bring Gwyneth, Celia, and Chris over to

of him anymore; everyone knew just how much

no less than a father

call with Emily, Gwyneth was frantic. She didn't bother with packing—she just bolted out of Hawthorne's estate. She assumed he'd left

her rushed, pale face. "What's

to go back to Starfall City.

might have guessed her true identity. Why else would he watch her so closely? A man of his stature wouldn't worry about an ordinary young woman unless he thought she was a spy sent by

the truth was, her run-in with the Everharts had

more.

her face, saw the desperation there, and stubbed

a flicker of disbelief in her

coming with her? Back

daughter. If your grandfather's this ill, I'll go

have the energy to question his motives. All she

managed, swallowing