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.

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

completely silver, and noticed the tears starting to well in

curse we picked up back in my day. Starting with your grandfather, no Langford son has made it

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

throat. Just then, a

medication and

aside as Thorpe dutifully rolled up his sleeve for

refused, wrinkling his nose and grumbling about how bitter they were and accusing the nurse of

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

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

like your dad—always trying to

managed a wry smile. "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,

relented, though he kept up a steady