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Gwendolyn answered the call, thinking Felicia would continue calling her if she did otherwise.

“What is it?”

“Don't think you're all that just because you won that useless award, Gwendolyn. I don't care what lie you told Grandpa to publicize your identity as the daughter of the Ashton family, but I'm telling you, I'm the rightful daughter of the Ashton family. So, dream on!”

The thought of going back had never occurred to Gwendolyn, much less getting back her identity as the daughter of the Ashton family.

“If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up.”

“Hold on!”

Gwendolyn couldn't help but furrow her brows upon hearing Felicia's shrill voice.

“Cut the crap.”

Juliette shook her head at her mother's words.

“We mustn't talk about things like this when we're eating. This is what you taught me, Gwendolyn,” she chided.

At that, Patrick grabbed more food for the little girl and said, “Eat more, Juliette.”

The food diverted the girl's attention, and she instantly forgot about the fact that her mother had spoken about crap.

Felicia composed herself, and she sounded smug when she spoke again.

“You listen to me now, Gwendolyn. Old Mr. Lowen likes me a lot. I'll be getting engaged to Patrick soon, and we'll be getting married at the end of this year. You'd better stay away from my fiancé. Don't you dare do anything shameless.”

Gwendolyn took a glance at Patrick, and their eyes met.


She felt it would be difficult for her to marry Patrick upon hearing what Felicia said.

Gwendolyn felt a little disappointed because Hector had not been treating her well now that he was all better.

“We shall compete to the best of our abilities.”

With that said, she hung up and turned off her phone. Otherwise, she might not be able to continue eating anymore.

After they finished their meals, the children went out to walk their dog.

Gwendolyn tidied up with Camille and only came out of the kitchen when she finished washing the dishes.

Patrick was smoking as he sat gloomily on the couch. He had met with multiple professionals that day, but none of them could remove the bullet for him.

His life was in danger as long as the bullet stayed in his head.

The doctors had told Patrick to not worry about it. In fact, he wasn't too concerned about it previously.

But he finally understood that he was only a step away from death after experiencing the pain.

Gwendolyn sat beside Patrick and wrapped her arms around his.

“What were you thinking about that made you so focused?”

Noticing the ring on her finger, the man reached out and gently stroked it, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

“Have you thought about when you'll give me an answer?” he asked.

Patrick heaved a sigh of relief, much to his surprise, when he saw the ring.

Perhaps it was better that she had not accepted his proposal. If he was really uncurable, he hoped that she would forget about him.

She felt it would be difficult for her to marry Patrick upon hearing what Felicia said.

Staring at the ring, Gwendolyn suddenly remembered that she had another one. It was a gift from the children's father, but it had been stolen a while ago.

“Wait for a few more days.” She flashed him a smile. Gwendolyn was going to confess everything to Michael anyway.