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.”

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

not manage to rush over in time to tell them that Patrick had exempted the medical fees for them. If Patrick knew about it, Liam was afraid that he would be sent overseas to manage

there. He was afraid that he

helping Juliette with

It doesn’t have to be free. Please help me thank Mr. Lowen for his

held Juliette’s hand and asked cautiously, “Can you walk, Juliette? Do you feel giddy? Do you

and replied, “No need. I

up a lot. Her mother was fearless when faced with people with

small injury and walk

after them and placed a

that Patrick would

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

him, their eyes

they would gain the attention of an influential

awakened by the sound of the door opening. Blood was smeared all over his face, and his hands were bound behind

cloth in

cloth in his

you know who our boss

such o person when he become o loon shork

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

don’t know how

men. Potrick then sot down ond lit

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

coldly, “You’ve touched someone thot you

froze. “Yesterdoy night, thot womon… Is she

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

of thot womon. She