The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 564

“Great-grandpa, Great-grandpa…”

Gwyneth’s voice broke with sobs.

She couldn’t bear to watch the people she loved slip away, one after another.

While she was lost in her grief, a tissue appeared in front of her.

“Don’t cry. Your great-grandpa’s just asleep.”

Startled, Gwyneth looked up and found herself staring into a pair of deep, enigmatic eyes—Hawthorne had materialized behind her without her noticing.

She jumped a little. So caught up in her emotions and saying her goodbyes, she hadn’t even heard him come in.

“He’s asleep?” Gwyneth couldn’t quite believe it. Moments ago, Great-grandpa’s words and the look in his eyes had made it seem like he was about to say his final farewells.

“Thorpe looks perfectly healthy—rosy cheeks, clear eyes—not at all like someone on death’s door. If you don’t believe me, check his breathing.”

Prompted by Hawthorne, Gwyneth quickly reached out, her hand trembling as she hovered over Great-grandpa’s nose. Sure enough, his breathing was steady, his complexion vibrant, and his eyelids even fluttered slightly. He really was just asleep.

She was speechless, but relief flooded her chest.

Thank goodness Great-grandpa was okay.

Hawthorne eyed the elderly man lying in the hospital bed—old as he was, still sly as a fox. Clearly, no one in the Langford family could be taken at face value.

“Gwyn?”

A voice rang out behind her—disbelieving, trembling. Gwyneth recognized Victoria instantly. She turned and saw her mother standing in the doorway. Aside from the age gap, they looked almost like mirror images.

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