The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 565

She couldn't bear the thought of losing someone a second time.

"Gwyn, sweetheart, none of us-not me, not anyone-have ever blamed you, do you understand? You can't keep blaming yourself. None of this was your fault."

If anyone was to blame, it was herself for not seeing Violet's schemes in time, for letting things with McNeil get so out of hand that even Gwyn couldn't stand her back then.

Gwyn had never just been a child; it was unfair to lay the burden of childish

ignorance and being misled all on her shoulders. Gwyn didn't deserve that sort of guilt.

"Mom-"

Gwyn was trembling head to toe, lost, completely unsure what to do next. She didn't want to go home. She couldn't face everyone.

She wanted to run, to hide-anything but go back to pretending life could be normal again.

"Stop pushing her," someone said quietly. "She's not a little girl anymore. She can think for herself. Let her decide what to do with her future."

Gwyneth was too distraught to reply, and Victoria's heart was already breaking.

had made peace with it all, but her daughter was still trapped, unable

forward, pulling Gwyneth gently into his arms-almost stealing her away from Victoria's

corner of her father's hospital room. She had no idea when he'd arrived, and it unsettled her that

him, momentarily taken aback. But Gwyneth seemed to melt into the man's arms, her breathing finally

"And you are...?"

but his cool, commanding presence left no doubt- he wasn't someone to be taken

was measured, almost dismissive. "No one

If there was someone of his caliber in Starfall City,

her mother's look and

someone I met

but with Hawthorne's age, that sounded ridiculous. So

"My uncle."

shot up. This man,

tailored suit and expensive

told her his wardrobe alone was worth a small fortune. He was no

someone like him know Gwyneth? Did he have an agenda? Plenty

it was about protecting your children from being used or hurt. The bigger the gap, the more