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.”

got him to head over to settle the matters

tell them that Patrick had exempted the medical fees for them. If

there. He was

was helping Juliette

“Mr. Derner, we’ve already paid the fees. 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

smiled sweetly and replied, “No need. I don’t feel giddy. I can

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

handle the small injury

trailed after them and placed a hand on

Patrick would not blame

stretched out as he paced into

saw him,

that they would gain the attention of an influential person like

his face, and his hands were bound behind his back. He

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