NovelEnglishChapter 559 She clutched her mug, unable to put it down for a long time.
Gwyneth had barely sat down when her phone rang.
To her surprise, it was her great-aunt calling. She answered immediately.
"Gwyn, where are you right now? Your grandfather's very ill. You should chome-this might be your last chance to see him." A chill shot through Gwyneth. Her hands shook so badly, she nearly dropped the phone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhy hadn't her mother mentioned this when they spoke earlier? "Where is he?" Gwyneth's voice trembled, as if saying it aloud would make it more real.
"He was just rushed into the ER. Your mom's already there. Gwyn, get back as soon as you can—I'm heading over right now. We'll talk later." Emily Turner hung up and hurried off to the hospital with Celia and Chris to see Thorpe Langford.
For years, Thorpe's health had held steady, just the occasional cold or headache. The family doctor visited every month for routine checkups. But today-no one knew why-he'd eaten an extra slice of cake and suddenly couldn't breathe. Thankfully, the butler noticed in tand got him to the hospital.
Ever since McNeil slipped into a coma, Thorpe had never quite recovered. He spent his days tending to the old manor's garden or asking Victoria to bring Gwyneth, Celia, and Chris over to keep him company.
No one mentioned McNeil in front of him anymore; everyone knew just how much it hurt.
If McNeil never woke up, Thorpe's pain would be no less than a father burying his own child. The thought was heartbreaking.
Still reeling after her call with Emily, Gwyneth was frantic. She didn't bother with packing—she just bolted out of Hawthorne's estate. She assumed he'd left for work, but to her surprise, he was still in the foyer.
He glanced at her rushed, pale face. "What's wrong? I told you to get srest." "I have to go back to Starfall City. My grandfather's very sick." Right now, she didn't care if Hawthorne figured out who she really was. Ever since Leonie told her about the Everhart family's feud with the Langfords, she'd suspected Hawthorne might have guessed her true identity. Why else would he watch her so closely? A man of his stature wouldn't worry about an ordinary young woman unless he thought she was a spy sent by his rivals.
But the truth was, her run-in with the Everharts had been pure accident, nothing more.
Hawthorne studied her face, saw the desperation there, and stubbed out his cigarette. "I'll go with you." Gwyneth hesitated, a flicker of disbelief in her eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWas he really coming with her? Back to Starfall City? "I know you're McNeil's daughter. If your grandfather's this ill, I'll go with you. I can't let you travel alone." She didn't have the energy to question his motives. All she could think about was her grandfather.
"Fine," she managed, swallowing hard, fighting back tears.
Hawthorne was already on the phone, ordering his private jet to be readied on the lawn. Ten minutes later the roar of engines echoed across the estate. "Do you need to bring anything?" Gwyneth shook her head. There were clothes back home, and this et
wasn't the tfor gifts. She just wanted to see her grandfather. "Then let's go."
He walked beside her, slowing his pace to match hers As the plane ex cinto view, Gwyneth's eyes filled with tears.
Grandpa, please be okay. Gwyn's coming home.
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