The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 588

Gwyneth Langford let out a small sigh of resignation. "Chris, Celia, how about we check out that exhibit later?"

She'd promised to spend time with them, but it kept getting pushed back. Celia, still very much a child, had already forgotten about being upset.

"Sure!" Celia beamed, grabbing Gwyneth's hand and looking to Chris. "Are you coming?"

Chris tried to keep up his aloof act, managing a dismissive huff. It lasted all of three seconds before he obediently trailed after them.

Watching the three kids together, Victoria Turner noticed how much brighter Gwyneth's smile had become.

"Have you noticed how much Gwyn has changed since coming back with Hawthorne?" she remarked.

Thorpe Langford sat on the sofa, sipping his tea, nostalgia softening his expression. "I have. She's different, isn't she?"

Victoria settled beside him. "He's the one you mentioned the family friend's son she was promised to as a child?"

some reckless choices when he was younger-almost cost my old friend his family's entire future.

bought years ago by the old family friend, back when the Langfords were nowhere near as prominent as the Everharts. The old man had taken a shine to young McNeil and Victoria's daughter, calling her clever and bright.

bothered telling Victoria about it. She and McNeil had enough on their plates, and Thorpe had little

The old guard in Starfall City looked

roots and real substance. Gwyneth, too, needed to face some challenges; the shallow, restless city

independent. Even Victoria herself couldn't get close to her daughter's heart, but somehow, this man

faking that kind of affection. Victoria felt her eyes sting. Her daughter was grown now and would eventually leave. The thought made her ache with pride and

asked, realizing it was

even harder to read than McNeil ever

a skeptical look. She'd never fully trusted Thorpe's so-called wisdom. Gwyneth brought a man home, and before she even had time to

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old fox. If she wasn't careful,