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“Let's go. Get in the car. Today we'll be heading to an elderly woman's house as guests. Please remember to stay well-mannered.”

“All right,” the three kids replied in unison.

With that, they left the house.

Camille had some fruits and coffee in her hand as she followed behind them.

“Gwen, are you bringing them home?”

Camille was aware about her family's situation. She knew they were a wealthy family from Avenport. The kids had grown up, and maybe it was time for them to return to their roots.

Gwendolyn shook her head. “Nope. We're just going to a friend's house.”

She would never bring the kids back to the Ashton family. Michael was a prideful man. He was still resentful over the matter.

If it was not because of his years of favoritism for Gwendolyn, he might not even be willing to see her.

She would never bring the kids back to the family just to face their brutal lectures.

After the kids entered the car, Camille placed the gifts on the passenger seat.

“Drive carefully, Gwen.”

Gwendolyn hopped into the car and nodded.

“Okay. You cook something for yourself tonight. We might be late.”

The four of them then headed to the Lowen residence and parked in a parking space.

Looking at the enormous manor, Juliette shouted, “Gwen, are we at a castle? It's so pretty!”

The Lowen residence was a sight to behold. It was humongous. Entering the place made one feel as if they were entering a palace.

Justin and Julian had never seen such a huge estate as well. Curiosity was sparkling in their eyes.

“This is Mr. Lowen's house. We'll be meeting his grandpa and grandma in a short while.”

Juliette nodded. “So this is Mr. Handsome's house. He's a prince from a castle! No wonder he's so good-looking!”

Amused by her daughter, Gwendolyn burst into laughter. Her little mind is just full of princes, princesses, and palaces.

Juliette was a girl full of fantasies.

Right then, Alice came out to welcome them personally. There were a few housekeepers behind her.

Stepping out of the car, Gwendolyn helped her kids to open the door.

After getting out of the car, the kids checked out the surroundings curiously. As Alice saw the two boys, her body trembled vigorously.

The housekeepers quickly held her up. “Old Mrs. Lowen!”

She then lifted her hand, asking them to stop.

“I'm fine.”

She slowly walked toward the four of them, her gaze fixated on the three kids.

The daughter looked exactly like Gwendolyn. She was adorable and beautiful. Even her smile was just as sweet.

The two boys at the side were dashing. They looked just like Patrick when he was younger. Alice's heart dropped in shock.