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.”

Patrick got him to

fees for them. If Patrick knew about it, Liam was afraid that he

go overseas as the malaria situation was very serious there. He was afraid that he would catch the disease and die in a foreign

Gwendolyn was helping

already paid the fees. It doesn’t have to be free. Please help me thank Mr. Lowen

“Can you walk, Juliette? Do you feel

replied, “No need. I don’t

had made her grow up a lot. Her mother was fearless when faced

could handle the small injury

and placed a hand on

that Patrick

he had gone to the night before. His long legs stretched out as he paced into the house that had three bedrooms. More than ten men were tied up and kept in the

saw him,

expect that they would gain the attention of

all over his face, and his hands were bound behind his back. He raised his

in

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who

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

Lowen, I don’t know how

o choir opposite the men. Potrick then sot down ond lit

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

touched someone thot you shouldn’t

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night before. She wos even more ferocious thon him. In the end, his foce wos so

becouse of thot womon. She wos too