The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 934

After all, it was his sister-in-law. But if the news distracted him and caused an accident on his journey, Gwyneth knew she would never forgive herself.

So she had to keep him in the dark. The rest of the family felt the same way, refusing to let the tragic news reach Hawthorne.

The media blackout meant the Everhart estate's nightmare remained a tightly kept secret.

Connor stared at Gwyneth.

"Fine, I'll go clear your discharge with the doctor. But let me ask you something—how many enemies do the Everharts have in Greenvale?"

The question completely stumped her.

She had no idea who Hawthorne's enemies were. But given that the Everharts and the Langfords were both apex predators in the business world, they naturally had countless rivals.

There was no shortage of people desperate to watch them plummet from the top of the pyramid.

Gwyneth shook her head. "I really don't know. We've only been married a few months, and he never really talks about having bad blood with anyone."

Connor frowned. "Forget it. Maybe this is still blowback from Dorian. That bastard is dead and still dragging people down with him."

He spoke with venom, but his underlying terror for Leonie's safety was completely genuine.

No man was going to speak highly of the guy who had stolen the woman he loved.

Connor stayed by Gwyneth's side through a battery of tests to ensure the babies were safe, then drove her straight home. She hadn't even been through the door for two minutes when Hawthorne's video call lit up her phone.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, she quickly answered. Seeing her safely at home, Hawthorne relaxed and chatted with her, though Gwyneth's eyes were still visibly bloodshot.

Luckily, the camera quality masked the worst of it, but her voice was unmistakably hoarse from crying.

Hawthorne caught the subtle shift immediately. "Is everything alright?"

Gwyneth bit her tongue, swallowing the truth. She blamed it on a sore throat and bad allergies.

Hawthorne immediately switched into protective mode, telling her to rest, drink honey water, and offering to send the family doctor over if she didn't improve.

Terrified the doctor would blow her cover, she quickly waved it off. "No, it's fine. I just need a nap."

Hawthorne's tone slowed down, hesitating as if weighing his words.

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