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.

family doctor visited every month for routine checkups. But today-no one

to the old

him anymore; everyone

would be no less than a father burying his own child. The thought

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 to her

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

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

didn't care if Hawthorne figured out who she really was. Ever since Leonie told her about the Everhart family's feud with the Langfords, she'd suspected Hawthorne might have guessed her true identity. Why else would he watch her so closely? A man

with the Everharts

more.

and stubbed

hesitated, a flicker of

he really coming with her? Back to

grandfather's this ill, I'll go with you. I can't

question his motives.

managed, swallowing hard, fighting