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.

know. It's 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.

his hair, now completely silver, and noticed the tears

I don't know what curse we picked up back in my day. Starting with your grandfather, no Langford son has made

take all these hardships on myself. I just don't want this horrible curse to

felt a lump rising in her throat. Just then, a

for the patient's medication and injections," the

stepped aside as Thorpe dutifully rolled up his sleeve

it came to swallowing his pills, he flat-out refused, wrinkling his nose and grumbling about how bitter they were and accusing the nurse of trying to poison

handle this," Gwyneth finally said, taking the medicine. Someone nearby—she didn't see who-handed her a piece of

if you take your meds with this candy, it won't taste bitter at

snorted. "You're just like your dad—always trying to

"Didn't you say you wanted to see me married and settled down? If you don't take your medicine, you might miss it. Please,

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