The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 570

“Don’t get the wrong idea. Holding your hand doesn’t feel any different to me than holding Leonie’s.”

Gwyneth managed a soft “oh,” but her ears burned despite herself.

She and Hawthorne slid into the car her grandfather had sent. Outside, the city was coming alive with evening lights. Unlike the southern sprawl of Greenvale, Starfall City was a true metropolis; at night, the skyscrapers turned into glittering giants, their lights cutting through the darkness and turning midnight into something close to day.

As they left the city center for the suburbs, Hawthorne expected the road to dip into darkness, but the main avenue to the old house was lined with bright lamps. Strings of lights hung from the trees, so that from a distance, it felt as if they were driving into a sea of stars. The drive took just over half an hour.

When the car finally stopped at the gates, Gwyneth stepped into the yard, and childhood memories came flooding back.

She hadn’t visited her great-grandfather’s house in years—not since she went abroad. Since then, all their conversations had been over video calls, and it never felt the same.

“She’s home! The young miss is home!”

A housekeeper opened the door to greet Gwyneth. The old mansion was decked out with festive streamers and garlands, bathed in warm light. Word had spread that the eldest sister was back; Celia and Chris, her younger siblings, hurried out at the commotion.

“Gwyn!”

Celia was the first to rush over, throwing her arms around Gwyneth in a tight embrace.

Chris followed, quieter and more reserved, much like their father. Even seeing the sister who had loved him since childhood, he held his emotions in check. Still, nothing could hide the happiness on his face.

Celia was always the more open-hearted one. She clung to Gwyneth, wiping her eyes. “You’re always gone for so long. Can’t you stay this time? I missed you so much—”