The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 828

Gwyneth looked at Victoria and finally asked the question that had been on her mind for so long. "If Dad ever woke up, would you forgive him?"

Victoria smiled faintly. "Forgiveness doesn't matter anymore. The future is what's important."

That was the answer Gwyneth needed. She thought she now had her own.

The mother and daughter talked in the hospital room for nearly two hours. Seeing that Gwyneth was alright, Victoria announced she was heading back to Starfall City.

Gwyneth was reluctant to see her go. "Mom, can't you stay a few more days?"

Victoria chuckled. "If I stay, I'll just get in the way of my son-in-law taking care of you. I won't steal his thunder. I know he's gone too far in some ways, but no matter what, you two need to work things out. I still trust him. He's not an irresponsible man."

Just as Victoria was about to leave, Gwyneth suddenly asked, "Who caught Patti Yale and made her confess? Was it Dad?"

The moment the words were out, Gwyneth felt foolish. If her dad had really woken up, her mom would have told her immediately.

Victoria looked at her daughter with gentle eyes. "Who else in this world could possibly stand in for your father?"

After saying that, Victoria winked, and Gwyneth understood instantly. It was her uncle.

At that moment, she was still holding the gift Victoria had just given her. An exquisitely expensive present—it could only be from her uncle.

Victoria left, leaving Gwyneth in deep thought. All this time, she had been protected by her family, and even… Gwyneth paused. For so long, Hawthorne had been protecting her too, hadn't he? Yet she was the one constantly causing trouble for everyone. Though her mother and family never blamed her, she felt like a huge burden. Even Chris and Celia were always considerate of her feelings, while she was the one throwing petty tantrums.

After Victoria left, Gwyneth sat alone in her room, mulling things over for a long time.

He couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Hawthorne returning to find his wife gone. Gwyneth was supposed to be his childhood sweetheart, but Hawthorne had swooped in and stolen her. Even if he could never win her back, he'd get immense satisfaction from making Hawthorne feel like he'd swallowed a turd. Payback was the only thing that could soothe his wounded pride.

As Gwyneth walked out, her pregnant belly made her figure look strikingly different. Connor sighed and opened the car door for her.

"Don't worry, I won't drive fast. I wouldn't want to make the two little ones in there dizzy. So, have you thought it over?"

"???"

Gwyneth had no idea what he was talking about. Connor's eyes widened.

"Letting me be their dad! I'll take them both. Whichever one comes with me, I'll teach them how to race cars."