The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 561

Great-Grandfather was well over seventy now. As he often said with a wry smile, every year he lived was one year less, and his life was already in its final countdown. Gwyneth couldn’t shake the fear that this visit might be their last goodbye.

She didn’t want to face the pain of parting. She simply couldn’t bear it.

Gwyneth stopped struggling and let herself rest against Hawthorne, breathing in the faint, comforting scent of his cologne. Somehow, it calmed her.

Three hours later, the helicopter touched down on the rooftop of Starfall Medical Center. Gwyneth felt a gentle pat on her cheek—Hawthorne’s hand.

She jolted awake, realizing only then that they’d landed.

“We’re here?”

She’d slept the entire three-hour journey, not a single dream disturbing her rest. That alone felt miraculous.

But she had no time to dwell on miracles. Her only thought was to see her great-grandfather, to make sure she wasn’t too late.

She broke into a run, only to stop short when she realized she was on the hospital’s rooftop. Confused, she turned to Hawthorne.

“Where are we?”

She’d thought he would take her straight to her great-grandfather’s old house.

“This is the rooftop of Starfall Medical Center. Wasn’t your great-grandfather brought here?”

Gwyneth looked at Hawthorne, a rush of gratitude welling up inside her. He’d brought her directly to the hospital so she could see her great-grandfather as soon as possible.

“Thank you.”

She started to dash off again, but Hawthorne caught her by the arm, steering her in the opposite direction.

“The elevator’s this way.”

Gwyneth blushed, realizing how flustered she was. Ducking her head, she hurried back toward him.

“Oh—right.”

Hawthorne shook his head in mild exasperation. Where had her usual poise and composure gone?

“I’ll take you,” he said, taking her hand—afraid she might get lost in her panic.