The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 563

Gwyneth thought her great-grandfather sounded far too energetic for someone supposedly on his deathbed. She eyed him, suspicion flickering in her gaze as she studied him for a long moment.

"Alright, hold on. Let me make a quick call," Thorpe announced, and with a magician's flourish, he pulled a phone from under his pillow and dialed his personal assistant.

"I want you to bring me a list of every notable young gentleman in Starfall City under twenty-five-anyone with a name worth knowing. Bring it to the central hospital, ten minutes tops. I'll be waiting."

Hanging up, Thorpe turned to Gwyneth with a conspiratorial grin. "See, Gwyn? Tall, short, slim, stocky—they're all on that list. You can take your time, pick whoever catches your eye."

He gave her a reassuring wink, his old eyes sharp and unwavering. "I may be an old man, but my eyesight and hearing are just fine. I've met more people than I can count, and I know how to pick the good ones. Trust me, sweetheart. If you find someone you like, just tell me. As long as you're happy, we'll have the wedding right away. Sound good?"

Gwyneth was momentarily stunned. Was he really sick at all?

"Grandpa, there's no rush with my situation," she started to protest.

not easy for an old man to live long enough to see his grandkids and great- grandkids grow up. But I've got one last wish-to see my precious Gwyn married. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll even live to meet my great-great-grandchild. Then I could die

hair, now completely silver, and noticed the

day. Starting with your grandfather, no Langford son has made it past twenty-five either dying young or ending up like

voice broke, thick with grief. "If I could, I'd take all these hardships on myself. I just don't want

then, a nurse wheeled in a cart, followed by

the patient's medication and injections," the

aside as Thorpe dutifully rolled

nose and grumbling about how bitter they were and accusing the nurse

Gwyneth finally said, taking the medicine. Someone nearby—she didn't see who-handed her a piece of candy. She assumed it

this candy, it won't taste bitter

just like your dad—always

and settled down? If you don't take your medicine, you might miss it. Please, Grandpa,

much cajoling, Thorpe finally relented, though he kept up a steady stream of complaints