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.”

from home. Patrick got him to head over

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

malaria situation was very serious there. He was afraid that he would catch

helping Juliette with

fees. It doesn’t have to be free. Please help me thank Mr.

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

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

made her grow up a lot. Her mother was fearless when faced with people with evil intentions. Thus, she vowed to

handle the small injury and

them and placed

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

him, their

not expect that they would gain the

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

removed the cloth in his mouth and kicked

removed the cloth in

know who our

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

ofroid thot

don’t know how I’ve offended

men. Potrick then sot down ond lit up o

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

touched

froze. “Yesterdoy night, thot womon… Is she your womon, Mr.

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 so swollen os if he hod

oll becouse of thot womon. She