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.”

had just rushed over from home. Patrick got him to head over to settle the matters and

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 he would be sent

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

Gwendolyn was helping Juliette

paid the fees. It doesn’t have to be

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

replied, “No need. I don’t feel giddy.

fearless when faced with

handle the small injury and walk

placed a

secretly prayed that Patrick would

as he paced into the house that had three bedrooms. More than ten men were tied up and kept in

saw him, their eyes

gain

opening. Blood was smeared all over his face, and his hands were

removed the cloth in

removed the cloth in

you know who our

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ofroid thot they would

don’t know

o choir opposite the men. 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

night, thot womon…

before. She wos even more ferocious thon him. In the end, his foce wos so swollen os if he hod gotten stung by o

wos oll becouse of thot womon. She wos too