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Gwendolyn held her little hand. “Let me bring you to change your clothes. Justin and Julian will bathe
Sirius. Then, we will head out.”
She had not been home for days and decided to bring the three to walk around. That year was not the
best. She had no time to accompany them and felt quite guilty.
That day, Patrick was discharged from the hospital. Later, she planned to ask Liam and the rest to keep
an eye on Patrick, as she planned to spend a whole day with her three children.
Gwendolyn chose a pastel blue dress and coat for Juliette. Then, she tied her hair into two ponytails.
Juliette looked into the mirror and felt that she looked beautiful, just like a little princess.
She laughed, spread her arms, and hugged Gwendolyn.
“Mommy, I'm so happy you're home. You're not allowed to leave us ever again.”
Juliette had been crying almost every night these few days. She kept saying that she missed
Gwendolyn and often thought the latter did not want them anymore.
Hence, she was extremely upset. Even though Justin and Julian accompanied her to bed, she did not
sleep well.
Gwendolyn caressed her little head. “Of course. Mommy will never leave for such a long time again.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis time, she had to be away because of Patrick's injury. Moreover, he was injured because of her, so
she wanted to take care of him.
From then on, she would not let Patrick get injured because of her again.
Patrick did not take his afternoon nap. Knowing that she missed her children, right after she left to go
home, he changed into an outfit to go out. Then, he left the house.
He drove to the police station.
Gregory had gotten detained. Nonetheless, he wanted to take a look personally and find out the
schemes behind everything. He then fell into deep thoughts again.
The other day, they were all targetting Gwendolyn. She is merely a simple and ordinary girl. How did
she get the killers going after her? Moreover, they were all professional killers.
The car stopped in front of the police station, and the chief came personally to welcome him.
“Pat, you're here.”
The chief, Anthony Cartwright, was a relative of someone from the Lowen family, so Patrick knew him.
Patrick called out to him, “Chief Cartwright, I want to meet the suspect.”
The latter nodded. “Okay. I'll lead the way.”
As they walked in, there were other polices who greeted them.
Gregory was locked in an interrogation room. When they pushed open the door and entered, he cast a
cold glance at Patrick. He had a disdainful look in his gaze, not showing the slightest trace of fear.
Patrick looked at the people behind him and said, “Chief Cartwright, I have something to ask him
personally. You all can go out first.”
Anthony grasped the hint behind Patrick's words and raised his hand to gesture for everyone to leave
the room.
Patrick took out his phone and sent a message: Hack into the system and switch off all of the
surveillance cameras here.
He did not want to put Anthony in a tight spot, so he did everything on his own.
When Gregory saw Patrick, his lips curled into a smug smirk.
“Mr. Lowen, you're really lucky. You must be blessed.”
He had no intention to take Patrick's life. It was completely unplanned. As the situation was too chaotic
then, he had fired his gun haphazardly, which caused him to shoot Patrick in his head accidentally.
Luckily he's not dead. It seems like I don't have to die too.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPatrick sat on the chair with a cold expression. A glint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.
“Gregory, are you aware of the consequences?”
Gregory shook his head. “Nope. I won't die anyway.”
What he had done was for Candace and Felicia. Even though they did not visit him, he figured that it
was because they did not have the necessary connections that allowed them to do so.
Well, no one could fight with Patrick in Avenport. It's normal if they can't visit me. Moreover, I'll keep my
mouth shut, and I'll stay loyal at least.
Patrick used his right hand to touch the ring with a dragon carving on his left index finger as he smiled
at Gregory half-heartedly.
When Gregory was in a daze, Patrick suddenly took out a syringe and pointed at the former.
“Do you know what this is?”
Gregory laughed out loud. “Is this poison? I'm not afraid of death. I mean it, Patrick. There's no need to
scare me like this.”
Patrick stood up and walked to his side. As Gregory's limbs were tied up, he could not move an inch.
However, he was acting all arrogant, which infuriated Patrick.
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