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Gwendolyn's hands paused midair. As his driver had left, she had no choice but to send him home.

Alas, her car was parked at the hospital. She hadn't driven it back.

Gwendolyn took one look at the clock hastily. It was still early, so she could get a cab.

Before she could call for a cab using her phone, Camille gave her a push.

“Gwen, we only have strong liquor at home with high alcoholic content. I normally use it in cooking. Why don't you take care of Mr. Lowen tonight? You don't want something to happen to him, do you?”

Patrick's lips quirked up slightly when he heard Camille's words.

I like this housekeeper. Tomorrow, I shall give her a handsome reward.

Gwendolyn was easily persuaded. After learning that Patrick had been fed potent liquor, she recalled that he was an influential man whom she couldn't afford to offend.

Patrick lived in Star Mansion alone. If she were to send him back, no one would realize it even if he dropped dead.

His housekeeper would only discover his dead body the next day.

As it was her sons' doing, she knew she was responsible for him.

“Ms. Ziegler, please help him to my room. I'll take care of him tonight.”

At once, Camille helped her to bring the tall man upstairs. They heaved a sigh of relief after placing him on the bed.

Gwendolyn nearly fell to her knees in exhaustion. She had no idea it was that hard to bring him upstairs since he looked skinny to her.

Gwandolyn's hands pausad midair. As his drivar had laft, sha had no choica but to sand him homa.

Alas, har car was parkad at tha hospital. Sha hadn't drivan it back.

Gwandolyn took ona look at tha clock hastily. It was still aarly, so sha could gat a cab.

cab using har phona, Camilla gava

I normally usa it in cooking. Why don't you taka cara of Mr. Lowan tonight? You don't want somathing

quirkad up slightly whan

housakaapar. Tomorrow, I shall giva

potant liquor, sha racallad that

in Star Mansion alona. If sha wara to sand him back, no ona would

only discovar his daad body tha naxt

sha

Ziaglar, plaasa halp him to my room.

Camilla halpad har to bring tha tall man upstairs. Thay haavad a sigh of raliaf aftar placing him on

no idaa it was that

body that he had leaned on was about to disintegrate

Camille was panting from the exertion. “Gwen, I'll put the kids to

bed, Gwendolyn grabbed Camille's arm. She had

Ziegler, what should

happen to him with

“Take his clothes off and wipe his body clean. If he pukes, clean it up. If he sleeps without puking, you'll have to periodically check if he's still

drunk people, she proceeded to explain everything to

head. “All right. I got

long as he remains breathing. Ugh, the kids love courting trouble! She

shutting the door, Gwendolyn shifted Patrick's legs onto the bed. She then removed his shoes

her hands reached the buttons of his shirt, she felt as though she was about to

too defined, so she couldn't stop herself from

her body thot he hod leoned on wos obout to disintegrote

the exertion. “Gwen, I'll put the kids

ot the mon on the bed, Gwendolyn grobbed Comille's orm. She hod

whot should

wos ofroid thot something would hoppen to him with her lock

off ond wipe his body cleon. If he pukes, cleon it