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.

health had held steady, 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 couldn't breathe. Thankfully, the butler noticed in time and got him

into a coma, Thorpe had never quite recovered. He spent his days tending to the old manor's

front of him anymore; everyone knew just how much it

McNeil never woke up, Thorpe's pain would be no less than a father burying his own child. The thought

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 for work, but

at her rushed, pale face. "What's wrong? I told you to get some

have to go back to Starfall City. My grandfather's very

her true identity. Why else

run-in with the Everharts had been pure accident,

more.

and stubbed out his cigarette. "I'll go with

of

he really coming with her? Back

your grandfather's this ill,

question his motives.

managed, swallowing