The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 571

Victoria took the long box, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.

Usually, first-time visitors would bring the typical fare-some generic health supplements or expensive tonics. But this man's gift was a mystery, tightly wrapped and giving away nothing.

"It's just a small gesture," Hawthorne said simply, offering no further explanation.

Gwyneth's heart skipped a beat when she caught sight of the box.

"Well, I won't stand on ceremony, then," Victoria replied, curiosity piqued. She was eager to see what kind of present the man who had safely escorted her daughter home had prepared.

The moment Victoria opened the box, she was stunned.

Inside was a landscape painting. As she carefully unrolled it, her eyes landed on the signature at the bottom-and tears welled up instantly.

This was it. The last of her mother's keepsakes the one she had searched for through endless towns and cities, always coming up empty-handed. Never did she imagine it would find its way back to her today.

"What is this?" she asked, voice trembling.

priceless original by

given it to her. That could only

the things she'd longed for over the years, nothing mattered more than gathering her mother's works, fulfilling at least one of her mother's final

Hawthorne, puzzled. So he'd known who she

the other

"I was not!

was Langford. Not many people would casually offer to buy my nephew's mother's painting for a small fortune. I figured, aside from the eldest Miss Langford of Starfall City, no one

Gwyneth realize-she'd accidentally let it slip that she was from a

attention shifted from Gwyneth's fondness for her grandmother's art to a certain word

voice shot up an octave, nearly cracking in

in front of her children. The look she gave

of having raised her beloved daughter all these years, only for her to be whisked away by someone else-equal parts heartbreak and outrage. Celia turned to

mouth, but the words tangled hopelessly. She hadn't left home

that—" she tried to

who had been