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Gwendolyn did not want to reveal these things to Felicia, but Juliette was a very talkative child. Before Gwendolyn could stop Juliette, the latter had blurted everything out.

Felicia's lips trembled as she was shocked to her core, listening to Juliette.

“Triplets? Aren't you amazing? Wait, no. I should be impressed by that old man. No wonder you're dressed in such miserable clothes. It must be costing you a fortune to raise three kids, I suppose?”

Felicia smiled smugly at that thought. So what if she's alive? I'm not afraid of her.

Juliette took in Felicia's disdainful look. Then she glanced at her mother's expression. She had a feeling that Felicia was not Gwendolyn's friend.

Juliette pouted. “Gwen, is she not a friend of yours? Why does she look at you with such an unfriendly gaze?”

Gwendolyn stared at her daughter. She did not wish for Juliette to witness this scene.

As much as she hated Felicia and her mother, Gwendolyn was reluctant for her three children to inherit that hatred from her. Instead, she wanted them to grow up healthily and happily.

“Have your meal, Juliette. I don't know her, so let's not talk to a stranger.”

child, so she heeded Gwendolyn's words and focused on eating her

she encountered Gwendolyn. She had never expected Gwendolyn to be still alive. That acknowledgment had caused her

existence. Judging by Gwendolyn's current state, she was having enough trouble surviving, much

to Gwendolyn and her daughter because she thought it would be embarrassing for Patrick to

fingers and recomposed herself before

bring along your three children. There will be more delicious food at that time during my wedding day.” Feeling proud of herself, Felicia added in a shrill voice, “I'm marrying the

away afterward in

her to become pregnant. In the end, she could not bear to abort the

for the past six years to afford

tormented in hell, but she did not have the ability to do

condition, Felicia was about to marry the most authoritative man in Avenport. Gwendolyn had a

her because those who did terrible things were being rewarded with a blessed

here, Ms.

said to the handsome man next to him, “Mr. Lowen, this is Ms. Ashton, who returned your

his hand to Patrick. It was only then that Patrick glanced at the two people sitting around the

that Gwendolyn was wearing a beige sweater paired with blue jeans. Her outfit was simple, but compared to her miserable appearance of the