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A tint of sorrow emerged on his face as he thought of his eldest daughter.

Felicia knew many of her father's acquaintances had attended Lowen Group's annual dinner. He must have seen the photo of Patrick embracing Gwendolyn too.

Bringing Gwendolyn to the banquet as his female companion was how Patrick announced to the world that she was his woman.

Arriving at that thought, Felicia was disheartened. In her mind, Gwendolyn did not deserve all those honors.

She was nothing but a lowly lady who had given birth to three children out of wedlock. Yet, Patrick treasured her despite all those odious traits.

Seeing Felicia remain silent, Zachary nodded slightly. He understood that the cunning Gwendolyn had stolen his dear daughter's boyfriend by using underhanded means.

“Fel, I'll handle this matter. Don't be sad. There are tons of better men in this world. It doesn't have to be Patrick. He's not worthy.”

Nonetheless, Felicia only longed for Patrick and him alone. She would never want anyone else.

“Dad, I love Patrick. I can't forget about him.”

Right then, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears. Little did Zachary know that she was observing his expression discreetly. Watching him frown in dismay, she was exhilarated deep down.

She had been deliberately maintaining a good relationship with her mother and this man. Hence, she had earned Zachary's fondness.

cared for and

needed to shed some tears and express her sadness. With that, her father's love for Gwendolyn would be

did Gwen become such an abominable sister? Was it because my mother stole away her mother's man that she

further as Gwendolyn's mother's

like her. She must have used some underhanded means. Fel, please don't be sad. I've heard that Old Mr.

came to a

marriage with me. It was because of Old Mr. Lowen! That's why I have

she realized where the problem lay, she curved her lips into an

buttered Hector up, she would become Mrs. Lowen

I understand. I won't cry anymore, and I'll promise

intently. “Good. Get some good rest earlier. Stop

On the other hand, Gwendolyn did not even

experiencing how dream-like it was to be protected by

respect, taking care of her meticulously.

head and gazed at the man to her side. It was dim inside the car, obscuring him with

blue, his large hand reached

“Gwen...”

he was over the moon. Lowen Group's