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.”

had just rushed over from home. Patrick got him to head over to settle the

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

situation was very serious there. He was

helping Juliette

replied placidly, “Mr. Derner, we’ve already paid the fees. It doesn’t have to be free. Please help me thank Mr. Lowen for

“Can you walk, Juliette? Do you feel giddy? Do you want me

“No

that happened the night before had made her grow up a lot. Her mother was fearless when faced with people with evil intentions. Thus,

handle the small injury and

placed a

that Patrick would not blame

residential building that he had gone to the night before. His long legs stretched out as he paced into

saw him, their

would gain the attention of an influential person

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

cloth in his mouth

in his mouth

you know who

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

not offord to offend him ond were ofroid thot they would no longer

Lowen, I don’t know how I’ve offended

the men. Potrick

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

touched

thot womon…

only thing thot he could think of 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 oll becouse of thot womon.