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.

But today-no one knew why-he'd eaten an extra slice of cake and

days tending to the old manor's garden or asking Victoria to bring Gwyneth, Celia,

one mentioned McNeil in front of him anymore; everyone knew just how much

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

reeling after her 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 to her surprise, he was still

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

go back to

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 of

was, her run-in with the Everharts had been

more.

and stubbed out his

hesitated, a flicker of disbelief in

coming with

ill, I'll go with you. I can't let

motives. All she could

managed, swallowing hard, fighting