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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.”

heeded Gwendolyn's words and focused on eating her food in

a good mood that day until she encountered Gwendolyn. She had never expected Gwendolyn to be still alive. That acknowledgment had caused her to

by Gwendolyn's current state, she was having enough trouble surviving, much less capable of seeking revenge on Felicia and her mother. Gwendolyn was now nothing like the prestigious Ashton family's

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

her fingers and recomposed herself before wearing

meal, Gwendolyn. I'll be sure to invite you to my wedding, so do 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 heir to the most powerful family in Avenport, Patrick Lowen. Don't you think that my life is so

walked away afterward in a puffed-up

was eighteen years old, causing her to become pregnant. In the end, she could not bear to abort the children, so Gwendolyn had never had the

past six years to

wanted to avenge herself, and she wished to see the vicious mother-daughter duo getting tormented in hell, but she

the most authoritative man in Avenport. Gwendolyn had a hard time making peace with that awful

was being unfair to her because those who

here, Ms.

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

It was only then that Patrick glanced

sweater paired with blue jeans. Her outfit was simple, but compared to her miserable