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.

Thorpe's 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

He spent his days tending to the old manor's garden or

one mentioned McNeil in front of him anymore;

no less than a father burying his

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

glanced at her rushed, pale face. "What's wrong?

have to go back to Starfall

guessed her true identity. Why else would he watch

truth was, her run-in with

more.

saw the desperation there, and stubbed

a flicker of disbelief

he really coming with

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

didn't have the energy to question his motives. All she could

she managed, swallowing hard, fighting back