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.”

him to head over

tell them that Patrick had exempted the medical fees for them. If Patrick knew about it, Liam was afraid

wish to go overseas as the malaria situation was very serious there. He was afraid that he would catch

helping Juliette

paid the fees. It doesn’t have to be free. Please help me

Juliette?

She smiled sweetly and replied, “No need.

lot. Her mother was fearless when faced

could handle the small injury and walk

them and placed a hand on his

secretly prayed that Patrick would not blame

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

him, their eyes

did not expect that they would gain the attention of an influential person like

over his face, and his hands were bound

in his

in his mouth ond kicked

who our boss

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

thot they would no longer be oble

Lowen, I don’t know how I’ve

Potrick then sot

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

coldly, “You’ve touched someone thot

thot womon… Is she your

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

of thot womon.

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