The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 943

Leonie looked as though her very soul had been hollowed out. She was completely disconnected from reality, oblivious to Gwyneth and Connor's voices. She only chanted for her parents, entirely unreachable. The doctor's warning echoed in Gwyneth's mind—if Leonie didn't snap out of this soon, she would slip into a permanent psychiatric break. If that happened, they would have no choice but to transfer her to a specialized mental health facility.

Gwyneth couldn't stomach that reality. She had pressed the doctor for alternative options, but he had offered none. They could only try to soothe her and wait.

As the medical staff cleared out, Gwyneth felt an uneasy flutter in her abdomen. Whenever her stress levels spiked, the twins became restless, kicking against her ribs. Taking a deep breath, she reached out and gently covered Leonie's restrained hand with her own. She noticed Leonie's eyes shift and, hoping for a flicker of lucidity, whispered her name.

Instead, Leonie stared blankly at Connor and mumbled, "Dad, I want to go home. Can we go back? I need to see Mom. She promised to take me shopping today. She said she'd buy me everything I wanted. Can we go see her?"

Connor's jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. He realized she wasn't recovering at all; she was sinking deeper into her delusions. He spun on his heel and headed for the door.

"Connor, where are you going?" Gwyneth called out.

Connor's voice was lethal. "I'm going to drag Dorian's body out of that freezer and leave it to rot in the dirt."

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