The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 567

How could he even ask that? Was he genuinely curious, or just looking for a way to mock him?

Hawthorne slowed his pace, a restless energy radiating off him. Gwyneth noticed, glancing at him with a puzzled look.

Their eyes met, and the hatred burning in Hawthorne's gaze gradually faded.

"She passed away many years ago," he said at last, forcing down all emotion until his tone turned calm and steady.

After all, it was McNeil who'd tried to wipe out the Everhart family back then. Hawthorne knew the Langfords and the Everharts had once been close, even friends. What he couldn't understand was why McNeil had chosen such ruthless tactics.

Thorpe let out a heavy sigh. "So many people from our past have gone. And somehow, I'm the useless old man left behind."

Some old memory seemed to flicker in Thorpe's expression, a hint of sorrow crossing his wrinkled face. He nodded, eyes resting on Hawthorne.

"If I live long enough to make it back to Greenvale," Thorpe said quietly, "take me

to see your grandfather's memorial. The old friends haven't seen each other in years, and those of us who are left have no one left to talk to."

There was nothing theatrical in Thorpe's sorrow; it rang true. Hawthorne's reply was cool, almost indifferent.

"We'll see."

her cheeks, but with Hawthorne standing there, she held

followed Gwyneth at a steady distance. Suddenly, the old man's face

their Gwyn, well, a mature man knows how to cherish

a car was already waiting to take Thorpe back

tapped his cane, gesturing at Gwyneth and Hawthorne.

still sulking.

face fell. “Come

It's peach season-your favorite! I've had a whole

restrain himself from just scooping Gwyneth into the

her voice softened. "Great-granddad, don't make a fuss. You head home first-I'll come by

try to trick this old man. If I

help but laugh, exasperated, but she had no idea

she

up behind her. "Don't worry, Thorpe. I'd like to

he was

to

peaches. Every time he brought it up, he'd smack his lips like he was half-drunk

Everhart. I'll leave my great-granddaughter in your hands, then. I'll be waiting for

where Gwyneth was headed. After so many years, it was time for her and his grandson

but wishing she