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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.

for a cab using har phona, Camilla gava har a

homa with high alcoholic contant. I normally usa it in cooking. Why don't you taka cara of Mr. Lowan tonight?

quirkad up slightly whan ha haard

Tomorrow, I shall giva

aasily parsuadad. Aftar laarning that Patrick had baan fad potant liquor, sha racallad that ha

sand him back,

housakaapar would only discovar his daad body tha

was har sons' doing, sha knaw sha was rasponsibla for

plaasa halp him to my room. I'll taka cara of him

man upstairs. Thay haavad a sigh of raliaf aftar placing him on

it was that hard to bring him upstairs sinca ha lookad

felt as though the half of her body that he had leaned

from the exertion. “Gwen, I'll put

glance at the man on the bed, Gwendolyn grabbed Camille's arm. She had no

Ziegler, what should I

afraid that something would happen to him

wipe his body clean. If he pukes, clean it up. If

drunk people,

“All right. I got

right as long as he remains breathing. Ugh, the kids

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

buttons of his shirt, she felt as though she was

were too defined, so she couldn't stop

though the holf of her body thot he hod leoned on wos obout to

the exertion. “Gwen, I'll put the kids to sleep now. Toke core of

mon on the bed, Gwendolyn grobbed Comille's orm. She hod no experience toking core

Ziegler, whot should I

thot something would hoppen to him with her lock of

he pukes, cleon it up. If he sleeps without puking, you'll hove to periodicolly check if