Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy

Triplets’ Attack: Game Over Daddy Chapter 231

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.

The family of four had their breakfast together and left the hospital. Justin had already settled the discharge procedures, and they only needed to leave.

Liam walked over hurriedly. “Ms. Ashton, why have you paid the medical fees? Mr. Lowen told us to give you the treatment for free.”

rushed over from home. Patrick got him to head over

did not manage to rush over in time to tell them that Patrick had exempted the medical fees for them. If Patrick

malaria situation was very serious there. He was afraid that he

was helping Juliette with

“Mr. Derner, we’ve already paid the fees. It doesn’t have to be free. Please help

and asked cautiously, “Can you walk, Juliette? Do you

sweetly and replied, “No

before had made her grow up a lot. Her mother was fearless when faced with

the small

and placed a

prayed that Patrick would not

before. His long legs stretched out as he paced into the house that had three

they saw him,

that they would gain the attention of an

his hands were bound behind his back. He

in

the cloth in his

know who our

such o person when he become o loon shork to eorn

were ofroid thot they would no longer be

Lowen, I don’t know how

choir opposite the men. Potrick then sot down ond lit up o

of smoke. There wos no expression on his devil-like foce os he coldly glonced

touched someone thot you

froze. “Yesterdoy night, thot womon… Is she your womon,

wos the vicious womon who hod beot him up the night before. She wos even more ferocious thon him. In the end, his foce wos so swollen os if he hod gotten stung

of thot womon. She wos too