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?"

about it. But honestly, I was never sure it would work out. McNeil made some reckless choices when he was younger-almost cost my old friend his family's entire future. After that, how could I have the nerve to

he gifted Gwyneth and Hawthorne had actually been 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

it. She and McNeil had enough on

guard in

but the Everharts were different—a family with deep roots and real substance. Gwyneth, too, needed to face some challenges; the shallow, restless city was never going to

independent. Even Victoria herself couldn't get close to

her eyes sting. Her daughter was grown now and would eventually leave. The thought made her ache with pride

arrangement?" she asked, realizing it

shrugged. "Hard to say. That boy's even

man home, and before she even had

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Thorpe was dropping another

could get along with just about anyone

old fox. If she wasn't careful, he'd corrupt her