The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 562

"That won't happen, Grandpa. You'll live a long, healthy life."

Gwyneth's heart ached as Thorpe squeezed her hand. "I know how much time I've got left, sweetheart," he said gently. "Don't go talking about living forever. I've set aside some money for you, for Celia, and for Chris. Some of it's with your mother, and the rest, I'll have the lawyers take care of. You're all my

grandchildren, and I've never played favorites."

Tears streamed down Gwyneth's cheeks. Thorpe took a shaky breath and continued, “I didn't leave a single penny for your father. If he ever wakes up, he'll have to beg on the street. And you're not to pity him, you hear?”

As he spoke, Thorpe's own eyes grew wet. For the first time, Gwyneth realized just how old her great-grandfather had become. He was no longer the fierce, booming presence she'd grown up with. Oddly, she missed the days when he'd scold everyone at the top of his lungs.

"Grandpa, about Dad-" Gwyneth started, but he cut her off at once.

"Don't mention him. That fool never took responsibility for anything. All he does is sleep, and he won't even wake up now. He can't be bothered to open his eyes and see that I might not have much time left."

He let out a heavy sigh, and for a moment, tears slipped from the corners of his half-closed eyes.

"Forget it, forget it," he muttered, waving a hand. "I'll probably go to my grave without ever getting to yell at him again. If any of you do get the chance to see your father, you better give him a good talking-to for me—"

voice broke, and suddenly, he was

eyes stung with tears. Her heart was breaking, but she had no idea how to comfort him. She couldn't let herself cry with him—not in

"Grandpa-" she tried again.

waved her off. "No more of that. Let's

change of topic left

of myself. If Chris and Celia need it,

as an ordinary person. She never cared about being the

Are you saying you don't want

was speechless. How had the conversation

a child, and she wasn't sure how to handle

the doctors can't do much for me now. And you're not a little girl anymore. Is

to laugh

There isn't anyone I like, and no one likes

How had her rushed trip home turned

boomed across the

from a good family. You