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.

the whole world for

attempt 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

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

It was as if everyone silently agreed to keep McNeil alive, to pretend these years were nothing but a bad

But-

There was no hope.

built on endless failures. As long as he's alive, there's some hope.

finally wiped the tears from

hand back under the

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

the most heartless suggestion. She wondered how on earth the Everhart

the family picked the

echoed, raising an eyebrow. Gwyneth bristled, hands

hope. Surely you know some miracle worker doctor or someone who

his own words

the way, isn't your grandfather and mother waiting for us to