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

he was, still sly as a

"Gwyn?"

behind her-disbelieving, trembling. Gwyneth recognized Victoria instantly. She turned and saw her mother standing

eyes grew wet again. She

arms.

neck desperately, as if letting

Hawthorne stood aside, watching

and daughter reunite. For reasons he couldn't

hold Victoria

inside him. He hated seeing her in anyone else's embrace. Victoria

figure and skin looking at least a

her mother's shoulder, nuzzling softly like she was

so much. I missed

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

still in the hospital's care center. She wanted

necessary, she'd rarely gone to see McNeil It always left her feeling guilty guilty toward her mom, and toward her younger siblings. She was the black sheep

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