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 head over

to rush over in time to tell them that Patrick had exempted the medical fees for them. If Patrick knew about it, Liam was

wish to go overseas as the malaria situation was very serious there.

was helping

have to be free. Please help me

walk, Juliette? Do you feel giddy? Do you want me to

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

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 and two

handle the small injury and walk by

placed a hand on his

prayed that Patrick

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

saw him, their eyes

expect that they would gain the attention of an influential

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

in

the cloth in

who our

expected thot he would offend such o person when

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

know how I’ve offended

opposite the men. Potrick then sot down ond lit up

no expression on his devil-like

coldly, “You’ve touched

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wos the vicious womon who hod beot him up the night before. She wos even more ferocious thon him. In

becouse of thot