The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 729

The Langford patriarch spoke to Hawthorne not as an elder to a junior, but with the casual warmth of an old friend. Thorpe had never used such a tone with anyone before, a clear sign of how much he treasured his great-granddaughter.

“Yes, Patriarch, I understand. I will never let Gwyn suffer any hardship,” Hawthorne promised. He felt Gwyneth’s hand go slightly limp in his and tightened his grip, afraid she would pull away.

Seeing this, Thorpe’s smile widened, convinced of their deep affection. Standing nearby, Victoria clasped her hands together. Her new son-in-law was more formidable than she had imagined—composed, meticulous, and deep. She feared Gwyneth would be no match for him.

“Hawthorne, when will your family be arriving?” Victoria asked. With the wedding preparations complete, she found herself growing nervous. She worried that Hawthorne, being far more cunning than his age suggested, might be using this marriage to settle old scores and strike a blow against the Langford family.

It wasn't that Gwyneth couldn't find another husband; if the Langfords sought an alliance, countless eligible young men in Starfall City would line up. But Victoria had never seen her daughter so taken with a man before.

She knew Gwyneth’s personality well. Her severe depression had only worsened with age, and as a mother, she was terrified. She’d seen news reports about young people with depression taking their own lives. While Gwyneth wasn't at that point, she was isolated, had few friends, and seemed to withdraw even further the more her family tried to connect with her. Victoria could always sense a profound guilt radiating from her daughter whenever they were together.

Gwyneth watched as Mr. and Mrs. Everhart descended from the plane, her eyes welling up with tears. They were like family to her.

Only three people emerged from the jet. She didn’t see Leonie.

“Where’s Leonie?”