The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 825

Connor rushed over to see Gwyneth, his heart pounding with worry. When he learned she had almost had a miscarriage, he cursed Hawthorne a thousand times in his head, though he was careful not to say anything out loud for fear of upsetting her.

The minute Leonie and Connor were together, they started their usual bickering, and watching them finally lifted Gwyneth’s spirits.

Meanwhile, Patti Yale had been recovering in the hospital for some time. One day, she thought she saw a familiar figure—was it Gwyneth? She hadn't had the energy to pay attention to anything else during her stay, but now, a seed of suspicion was planted. She acted on a hunch, recalling the VIP ward she had seen the figure disappear into. She stealthily approached the room.

The voice coming from inside was unmistakably Gwyneth’s. Peeking through the crack in the door, she confirmed it was her before quickly retreating. She then spent a little money to discreetly ask around for information about Gwyneth, eventually learning she was expecting twins.

“Oh, you mean Mrs. Everhart! She’s so lucky,” a young nurse confided. “Mr. Everhart comes to visit almost every day, and he always brings her a bouquet of flowers. A different kind every single day! When we nurses go to change the water, our hearts ache. The flowers from the day before are still perfectly fresh, but we have to throw them out. Mrs. Everhart is very kind, though. She can’t bear to see them wasted, so she always tells us to take the previous day’s flowers home. Mr. Everhart often brings her these rare Twilight Roses. They just scream money, so beautiful and extravagant.”

The young nurse, oblivious to Patti’s ugly expression and murderous glare, continued to gush about the couple’s romantic story, her eyes full of hope that she might one day meet a man as wonderful as Hawthorne.

Patti casually slipped her a thousand dollars in cash. The nurse’s face flushed red.

“I can’t accept this. It’s against hospital rules.”

The nurse blushed beet-red. “Well, I won’t disturb you any longer, Miss Yale. I have to get back to work. If I hear anything that could help with your writing, I’ll come and tell you right away.”

After finishing Patti’s IV drip, the nurse collected her medical tools and left with a fawning smile.

The moment she was gone, Patti’s face contorted with rage. Hawthorne visited Gwyneth every single day, yet he hadn’t come to see her even once since that first visit. He’d had her belongings packed and sent over, making it clear he was kicking her out for good. The five-million-dollar check was still in her purse—her compensation for all the time she’d spent with him. What kind of person did he take her for? Even a beggar would get more than that. But as for her plans… five million was more than enough to get things done.

Patti had spent days gathering information on Gwyneth. Every piece of news the nurse brought her was enough to make her blood boil, but she forced herself to listen.