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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

she merely needed to shed some tears and express her sadness. With that, her father's love for Gwendolyn would be chipped away gradually, and he would grow to despise Gwendolyn more

it because my mother stole away her mother's man that she wanted to take

further as Gwendolyn's mother's image flashed across

She must have used some underhanded means. Fel, please don't be sad. I've heard that Old Mr. Lowen has taken a liking to you. You

came to a sudden

me. It was because of Old Mr. Lowen! That's why I have to put on an act for him every time we go

she realized where the problem lay, she

as she buttered Hector up, she would become Mrs. Lowen sooner

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

intently. “Good. Get some good rest

a skunk. On the other hand, Gwendolyn did not even take a sip of wine, as no one dared to offer any

first time experiencing how dream-like it was to be protected by an

with respect, taking care of her meticulously. No one

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

of the blue, his large hand reached

“Gwen...”

because he was over the moon.