The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 717

The Langford patriarch had already been discharged from the hospital. Victoria had assured them it was nothing serious, but at his advanced age, he was frail. The slightest issue seemed to land him back in the hospital, and he’d been in and out several times recently.

When Gwyneth saw him, Thorpe Langford was resting in a lounge chair in the garden. Thankfully, the weather in Starfall City was much warmer than in Greenvale. While people in Greenvale were still bundled in heavy sweaters, here it was warm enough for short sleeves. The household staff was clearly taking excellent care of him; he looked clean and comfortable in a crisp linen shirt.

“Patriarch, Miss Gwyneth is here,” the butler announced softly.

Thorpe Langford slowly opened his eyes, and his face lit up when he saw Gwyneth standing before him.

“Gwyn…” he murmured, calling his favorite great-granddaughter by her nickname as he reached out a trembling hand.

Gwyneth rushed forward and took it. “Grandfather, I’m back. Hawthorne came with me to see you. Are you alright?”

It was obvious Thorpe’s health had declined significantly. His once-full cheeks were now sunken, and his voice lacked its former vigor. “You’re back, Gwyn. Just seeing you gives me strength. What could be wrong with me? I feel like I could still wrestle a bear.”

“Yes, sir,” Hawthorne replied respectfully, addressing Thorpe’s command. His formal, deferential tone pleased the old man, reminding him of his own grandson’s respectful demeanor years ago.

Gwyneth remained quiet in Hawthorne’s arms, playing the part of a loving fiancée for her grandfather’s sake. “I’ll take Gwyn there now,” Hawthorne promised. Thorpe gently patted Gwyneth’s hand, his eyes filled with affection. “Go on, then. Let your father see that his favorite daughter has truly grown up.”

He watched them leave together, and as the door closed behind them, he shut his eyes. A single tear escaped the corner of his wrinkled eye and traced a silent path down his cheek. If he had one last wish before he died, it was to see his son, McNeil, wake up.