The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 564

"Great-grandpa, Great-grandpa..."

Gwyneth's voice broke with sobs.

She couldn't bear to watch the people she loved slip away, one after another.

While she was lost in her grief, a tissue appeared in front of her.

"Don't cry. Your great-grandpa's just asleep."

Startled, Gwyneth looked up and found herself staring into a pair of deep, enigmatic eyes-Hawthorne had materialized behind her without her noticing.

She jumped a little. So caught up in her emotions and saying her goodbyes, she hadn't even heard him come in.

"He's asleep?" Gwyneth couldn't quite believe it. Moments ago, Great-grandpa's words and the look in his eyes had made it seem like he was about to say his final farewells.

"Thorpe looks perfectly healthy-rosy cheeks, clear eyes-not at all like someone on death's door. If you don't believe me, check his breathing."

Prompted by Hawthorne, Gwyneth quickly reached out, her hand trembling as she hovered over Great-grandpa's nose. Sure enough, his breathing was steady, his complexion vibrant, and his eyelids even fluttered slightly. He really was just asleep.

She was speechless, but relief flooded her chest.

goodness Great-grandpa was

hospital bed-old as he was, still sly as a fox.

"Gwyn?"

instantly. She turned and saw her mother standing in the

eyes grew wet again. She launched herself

arms.

her mother's neck desperately, as if letting go would mean losing her all over

Hawthorne stood aside, watching

and daughter reunite. For

Gwyneth hold

He hated seeing her in anyone else's embrace.

kept her figure and skin looking at least a

like she was five years old again, her vulnerability on full display at

you so much. I missed Auntie, and Celia, and Chris, and

them all. And she missed Dad, but she didn't dare say that in front

the hospital's care

see McNeil It always left her feeling guilty guilty toward her mom, and toward her younger siblings.

all that