The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 879

Gwyneth had no idea why he suddenly had to leave. Even back when they were at odds with each other, they still managed to see each other every single day.

Hawthorne kissed her forehead, his eyes full of absolute adoration.

"I have to go take care of something very important. Gwyn, this means everything to me."

Gwyneth didn't quite understand. Their relationship was completely stable now, and the wedding was fast approaching. What could possibly be so urgent that it had to be dealt with right this second?

"You still haven't answered any of my questions. Plus, when I can't see you, my heart just isn't at peace."

From the moment they met to their engagement, everything had seemed so smooth, yet no one knew how much chaos had unfolded behind the scenes. Gwyneth was terrified that if they were apart for a while, some new, unpredictable disaster would strike.

Regardless, she felt her emotional limits had been reached. She absolutely could not accept being separated from Hawthorne.

Hawthorne saw the genuine plea in her eyes and knew she was fiercely opposed. But he couldn't take her with him.

Gwyneth was a smart girl, so trying to brush her off with a flimsy excuse would never work.

"I'm going to The High Sierras to find a Folk Healer. I heard he's incredible, capable of curing any rare disease."

Gwyneth looked at Hawthorne with even more confusion. "Are you sick?"

But he didn't look sick at all.

Hawthorne shook his head, gently tapping her cute nose. "It's not for me. It's for my father-in-law."

Gwyneth realized Hawthorne was trying to find someone to cure McNeil, but The High Sierras were thousands of miles away from Greenvale. She appreciated his gesture, but she still shook her head.

"The Langford patriarch and Mom have spent all these years consulting tens of thousands of experts and doctors, including entire medical teams.

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