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When Gwendolyn heard Juliette's soft and adorable voice, her heart melted. Anyone who heard it would give anything to the little girl.

Gwendolyn sat beside the bed and helped her daughter blow on her injuries.

“It's the same if I help you to blow on it.”

Juliette sat there obediently and let her mother blow on her wounds.

She pouted her tiny lips and said, “Gwen, I'd prefer it if Mr. Handsome blows on it instead.”

It was because he looked like the father in her dreams. The father in her dreams looked just like him and appeared similar to her older brothers.

Gwendolyn was not angry. She understood her daughter the most.

“Yes. I'll get him to do so later.”

Julian woke up shortly after. He gently rubbed his eyes.

“Mommy, Mr. Lowen left as he has urgent matters to attend to. I've already thanked him.”

While he was speaking, his gaze was fixed on Justin. They were thinking the same thing.

If that man wants to get close to our mommy, he has to pass our new test.

their breakfast together and left the hospital. Justin had already settled the

over hurriedly. “Ms. Ashton, why have you paid the medical fees? Mr. Lowen told us to give you

home. Patrick got him to head over to settle the matters and send them

he did not manage to rush over in time to tell them that Patrick had exempted the medical fees for them. If Patrick knew about it, Liam was afraid that he would be sent overseas to manage gorillas'

there. He

helping Juliette with

doesn't have to be free. Please

“Can you walk, Juliette? Do you

“No need. I don't feel giddy. I can walk by

mother was fearless when faced with people with evil intentions. Thus, she vowed to be as courageous

could handle the small injury and walk by

and placed a hand on

prayed that Patrick would not

the residential building that he had gone to the night before. His long legs stretched out as he paced into the house that had three bedrooms. More than ten men were tied up and kept in the

him, their

that they would gain the attention of an

was smeared all over his face, and his hands were bound behind his back. He raised his head slightly and stared at Patrick

the cloth in his

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