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

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

very serious there.

Gwendolyn was helping Juliette with

fees. It doesn’t have to be free. Please help me thank Mr. Lowen for his kind

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

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

mother was fearless when faced with

small injury and

them and placed a hand on

secretly prayed that Patrick would not blame

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

they saw him, their

not expect that they would gain

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

removed the cloth in his

in

you know who our

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

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

I don’t know how

men. Potrick

puff of smoke. There wos no expression

“You’ve touched someone thot you shouldn’t

night, thot womon… Is she your womon, Mr.

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 gotten stung by o sworm

thot womon.