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Gwendolyn limped out of the security room.

Ugh, I'm so unlucky recently. I can't believe someone robbed me in the mall! That's really unfortunate.

She then took the elevator back to the playground on the third floor. Juliette was drenched in sweat after playing hard, and Julian was wiping her sweat off. Justin got his sister a cup of water and was telling her to finish it.

At the sight of Gwendolyn, the kids waited in their spots obediently.

The boys soon realized she was limping and dashed forward to help her.

“Mommy, did you sprain your ankle?”

Gwendolyn forced out a smile when she heard the concern in their voices.

“The floor was too slippery, so I slipped and sprained my ankle,” she explained.

She didn't reveal the truth to the kids so that they wouldn't get upset like her.

Hearing that, Juliette got Gwendolyn's tumbler and said, “Gwen, have some water.”

Gwendolyn took the tumbler from Juliette and took a few sips of water as her heart warmed up. Finally, she felt much better.

Beaming, she told the kids, “Go have some fun. I'll wait for you here.”

Delighted, Juliette dragged her brothers into the playground and continued playing.

Resting her chin in her palm, Gwendolyn stared ahead listlessly. Perhaps the ring isn't fated to be mine. I might not find that scum, ever. It was fate that led me to lose the ring.

At a golf course in the suburbs, the weather was great. The sky was blue without any clouds in sight. It was wintertime, but the sunlight was warm and cozy.

Holding his golf club, Kevin posed in a handsome manner before swinging the club out. The ball flew through the air, but it didn't enter the cup.

Lucas Gomez, who was standing aside, chortled joyfully. “Kev, we haven't met for some time, but your skills are still as bad as ever.”

Patrick swung his golf club, and the ball entered the cup seamlessly.

Kevin responded, “Ugh, I give up. I'm no match for you.”

Lucas was a major-general in the military, so they rarely get to meet up with him. He had returned this time because his grandfather forced him to attend blind dates. As he was no longer young, it was time for him to get married and have children.

The three of them went to the marble table to rest for a short while and drink some water.

Kevin was clad in a white tracksuit and white cap. He reached out to pull his cap down to cover his eyes.

His friends sitting across from him looked classy in their black tracksuits.

Lucas' skin was more tanned than his friends.

Patrick was fairer than him, but he had a healthy complexion instead of being deathly pale.

Glancing at his watch, he realized it was about four in the afternoon. Thus, he whipped his phone out to type a text to Gwendolyn.

Patrick: I want fondue for dinner.