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Zayden's face contorted when he heard those words. He pulled Gwendolyn to the side, then abruptly shoved her away, causing her to stagger a few steps forward.

After steadying herself, she glanced down at her feet.

Thankfully, the heels she wore were not too high; otherwise, she might have twisted her ankles.

She tightened her grip on her handbag and stared icily at the man before her.

Zayden had become someone she was unfamiliar with anymore. It was as if he had become a totally different person.

The Zayden she knew in the past would not behave like this. Right now, he was no different from a monster.

“Gwen, you better behave and come with me to greet Grandpa. Or else...” He paused, his gaze shifting toward the children in the car.

His reaction caused panic to well up within Gwendolyn. “Don't you dare touch the kids! This is between you and me. Do not drag the children in.”

Zayden inched closer, embracing her neck as his eyes bore into hers.

“Gwen, you owe me. So, we can only continue tormenting each other for the rest of our lives. Don't ever think you can escape my grasp. It'll never happen,” he declared, his eyes filled with hatred as well.

His intense gaze felt so alien to Gwendolyn that she pushed him away. “I know I owe you. Fine. Let's torment each other to death!”

After speaking, she walked with determined strides, making her way toward the parking lot.

Zayden's lips curled into a cold, sinister smile as he raised his hand to touch his chest. He could still feel the warmth from her fingers where she had pushed him moments ago.

His smile grew even darker as he straightened his clothes and strode toward the main building.

When Gwendolyn returned to the car, Juliette asked, “Mommy, are we going back now?”

Seeing the disappointment on her daughter's face, Gwendolyn reached out to touch her face. “I'm sorry, Sweetheart. It's Mommy's fault.”

Her two sons were well aware of the situation. The fact that they were excluded from both the wedding and today's birthday celebration made it evident that the Surringtons refused to acknowledge them.

Nonetheless, they were not upset about it because they did not accept the Surringtons as their family either.

Juliette pondered for a moment, noticing that Gwendolyn seemed unhappy lately.

“Where are we going now?” she asked, her tiny hand gently caressing Gwendolyn's back, seemingly trying to console her.

Juliette's gesture instantly warmed Gwendolyn's heart. Despite her earlier anger and frustration, having the three children by her side made everything worthwhile. “Let's go and visit Great-grandpa.”

Although Zayden had deceived her into marrying him, Gwendolyn found solace in knowing that she was able to bring comfort to Michael.

They had thought he would not make it, but three months had passed, and he was still alive and well.

As they reached the hospital, Gwendolyn held Juliette's tiny hand firmly and led her toward the inpatient building.

Julian and Justin, who were walking a few steps behind, overheard the nurse next to them talking. “The patient in Room 1401 has finally regained consciousness. Dr. Wantark asked me to inform the director.”

“He's awake? You better hurry, then,” another nurse replied.