The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 713

As dawn broke, Gwyneth's fever finally stabilized.

Hawthorne hadn't slept a wink, and when he caught his reflection in the mirror, he saw the dark stubble that now shadowed his jaw.

Just then, a knock came at the door.

"Mr. Everhart," Butler Parham announced softly. "The doctor is here."

Parham had summoned the family doctor first thing in the morning.

Hawthorne quickly opened the door to let him in.

Thanks to Hawthorne's tireless care throughout the night, Gwyneth's fever had already subsided.

The doctor, after a quick examination, confirmed she was out of immediate danger.

He prescribed some anti-inflammatories and started an IV drip to rehydrate her.

"Physically, Mrs. Everhart should be fine with some rest and nutrition," the doctor explained. "However, it's clear she is under immense emotional distress, and that's taking a physical toll. It's crucial that she finds some peace of mind."

Knowing the root of the problem might help her recover faster.

After Hawthorne saw the doctor out and returned upstairs, he found Gwyneth awake.

She was staring blankly at the ceiling before she shot upright, the movement pulling at the IV needle in her hand.

She winced, a soft frown creasing her brow.

"Connor," she breathed, the name a pained whisper.

A nightmare had jolted her awake, leaving her drenched in a cold sweat.

In her dream, she had seen Connor, covered in blood, being wheeled into the hospital on a gurney with a white sheet pulled over his head.

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