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

hair, now completely silver, and noticed the tears starting to well in his

curse we picked up back in my day. Starting with your grandfather, no Langford son has made it past twenty-five either dying

"If I could, I'd take all these hardships on myself. I just don't want this horrible curse to

her throat. Just then, a nurse wheeled in a cart, followed by

time for the patient's medication and

stepped aside as Thorpe dutifully rolled up his

wrinkling his nose and grumbling about how bitter they

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

if you take your meds with this candy, it

your dad—always trying to

wanted to see me married and settled down? If you don't take

cajoling, Thorpe finally relented, though he kept up a