The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 841

But that was fine. Hawthorne hadn't given her money, but James had. And since she'd taken his money, it was her job to solve his problems.

After finishing up at the office, Hawthorne remembered that Gwyneth had been discharged from the hospital and drove home.

When he arrived, however, he only found Butler Parham. Gwyneth's luggage was in her room, but she was nowhere to be seen. He stepped out of the room and asked, "Where is Ms. Everhart?"

"Ms. Everhart didn't return, sir," Butler Parham replied. "Only the young miss came by to drop off Ms. Everhart's luggage, and then she left."

The sky was already growing dark, and still, there was no sign of Gwyneth. Hawthorne tried to call her, but she had blocked his number, so the call wouldn't go through. His only option was to call Leonie.

Leonie answered the moment she saw her uncle's name on the screen.

"Is your aunt with you? She was discharged today. She's pregnant; you really shouldn't be dragging her all over the place."

With Gwyneth out of his sight, a knot of anxiety tightened in Hawthorne's chest. People always said women get insecure in relationships, but now it was Hawthorne's turn to feel that gnawing fear. He was terrified he'd open his eyes one day and she'd simply be gone.

"Auntie isn't back yet? I wanted to come home with her today, but she said she wanted to go shopping and told me not to follow. We left the hospital at three this afternoon, and it's already six. Has she been shopping for three hours? Why don't you call her?"

Leonie unleashed a rapid-fire barrage of questions that made Hawthorne's ears ring.

"Your aunt blocked my number."

If Gwyneth would answer his calls, he wouldn't need to go through her. Leonie's voice abruptly cut off.

"Okay, I'll call Auntie right now. Hold on. If she tells me where she is, I'll let you know."

Leonie quickly hung up on Hawthorne and dialed Gwyneth. The phone rang and rang with no answer. Patti Yale glanced at the screen, saw Leonie's name, and with a cold smile, turned the phone off.

"Mr. Everhart must be quite busy. You didn't answer my call just now; I was afraid you wouldn't even reply to my message. How honored I am to hear your voice again."

"Patti Yale, don't hurt my wife. Tell me what you want. Whatever I can do, I'll do it."

"Tsk, tsk," Patti Yale clicked her tongue. "I asked you for money before, but you men are such shrewd calculators. Five million? Hawthorne, were you trying to send me away like a beggar? After everything I did for you, did you ever once consider my feelings?"

"Fine. You want money, I'll give it to you right now. But let her go. My wife is carrying our two children. If anything happens to them, you won't be able to leave Greenvale alive."

Patti Yale's laughter grew even louder.

"Hawthorne, listen to yourself. So what if your wife is carrying two children? You cherish her so much, your children are important, but mine wasn't? Even if it was James's child in my belly, it was still a life! How could you just leave me alone in the hospital and walk away? Have you forgotten how you acted when you needed to use me?"