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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.”

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

that day until she encountered Gwendolyn. She had never expected Gwendolyn to

she was having enough trouble surviving, much less capable of seeking revenge on Felicia

decided not to waste any more time talking to Gwendolyn and her daughter because

hair with her fingers and recomposed herself before wearing

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 heir to the most powerful family in Avenport,

walked away afterward in a

darkened. Felicia and her mother had harmed and set her up when she was eighteen years old, causing her to become

the past six years to afford the cost of raising three

to see the vicious mother-daughter duo getting tormented in hell, but she did not have the ability

authoritative man in Avenport. Gwendolyn

her because those who did terrible

still here, Ms.

was heard from behind. Then he said to the handsome man next to him, “Mr. Lowen, this

Patrick. It was only then that Patrick glanced at

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