The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 569

She lay draped across McNeil's unmoving body, unable to calm the storm inside her. Her throat was raw from crying, yet McNeil didn't stir-he might as well have been a statue. It wasn't until a strong hand settled on her shoulder and Hawthorne's calm, deep voice cut through the silence that she managed to stir.

"That's enough. You're making a racket."

Tears still streaked Gwyneth's cheeks as she turned to him, disbelief written all over her face.

"Your father's just unconscious. There's no need to act as if you're at a funeral. Do you know how many people never get to see the ones they love again? Parents, children, partners-most never get the chance."

She pushed his hand away, staring at him like he'd suddenly grown a second head. Sure, she knew Hawthorne was reserved and aloof, but she'd never imagined he could be this cold.

"What's your point?" she snapped, her anger flaring. Was he just here for the show?

No wonder he was pushing forty and still single-

Hawthorne pinched her chin lightly and put some distance between them. "I can hear what you're thinking, you know. If you've got time to grieve, maybe use it to figure out how to help him."

He nodded towards McNeil. The mention was enough to pull Gwyneth's attention back to her father, and somehow, the intensity of her sorrow eased. She managed to choke back her tears.

decade, Mom and Grandpa have searched the whole world for the best doctors—anyone who might bring Dad back.

is enough to keep hope alive, but after countless tries over the years, always ending the same way, even the doctors said a miracle just wasn't in the cards. If he was ever going to

on fate was basically telling them to give up. Right now, aside from breathing, McNeil was no different from the

to let go, and the Langford family certainly had no shortage of money. It was as if

But-

There was no hope.

there's some hope. If you really want to give up, just

finally wiped the

McNeil's hand back under the blanket,

Everhart, do you have any advice?" she asked,

suggestion. She wondered how on earth the Everhart

family picked

eyebrow. Gwyneth bristled, hands balling into tiny

up hope. Surely you know

turning his own words against him,

"By the way, isn't your grandfather and mother waiting