The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 650

Just as the rumors said, Yvette was stunned. It really was Gwyneth—the person she’d thought the least likely of all.

How could a girl who still looked like a college student possibly win Hawthorne’s heart? Yvette seethed with indignation and disbelief.

“I promised my wife I’d take her to a movie tonight, so I’ll leave you to your tea,” Hawthorne said politely, glancing at the gift box lying abandoned on the floor. “Hans.”

Hans stepped forward immediately.

“Since Miss Yvette isn’t interested, let’s take the gift with us,” Hawthorne instructed.

Yvette swayed unsteadily, and her grandfather hurried to his feet, leaning on his cane, stooped and frail, respectfully seeing Hawthorne out the door.

Only after Hawthorne’s car had disappeared from sight did her grandfather, trembling, shuffle back inside.

Yvette’s eyes were red with fury. She glared at the old man, clearly displeased. “Grandpa, why did you speak to Hawthorne like that? I don’t believe he’d really marry that little tramp.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before a sharp slap landed across her face. Her grandfather might have been old, but he still packed a punch—Yvette’s cheek instantly swelled, red and burning.

“Grandpa—!”

“Don’t call me that. I don’t have a granddaughter like you. If it weren’t for the fact your parents died young, I’d have sent you off to the countryside long ago. I should never have brought you back to raise myself—look at what you’ve become, so arrogant and clueless.”

Yvette, stubborn as ever, retorted, “All I did was fall for Hawthorne. Is that so wrong?”

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