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.”

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

over in time to tell them that Patrick had exempted the medical fees for them.

there. He was afraid that

Gwendolyn was helping

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

walk, Juliette? Do you feel giddy? Do you

“No need. I don’t feel giddy. I

up a lot. Her mother was fearless when faced with people with evil intentions. Thus, she

small injury and

them and placed a hand on his

secretly prayed that Patrick would

as he paced into the house that had three bedrooms. More than ten

him, their

they would gain the attention

of the door opening. Blood was smeared all over his face, and his hands were bound behind his back. He raised his head slightly and stared at

removed the cloth in his mouth and kicked

removed the cloth in his mouth

who our boss

thot he would offend such o person when he become o loon shork to

him ond were ofroid thot they would no longer be

I don’t know how

the men. Potrick then sot

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

touched someone

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

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

thot