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Sophia removed a diamond earring from her ear and put it on Gwendolyn's.
“Gwen, be sure to wear this all the time. Press the diamond on it when you're in danger, and someone
will come to save you.”
Gwendolyn's eyes widened a little, and she nodded.
“Thank you, Ms. Sanders.”
It was apparent to Gwendolyn how well Sophia treated her. That diamond earring gifted to her was
exactly the same as the other one Sophia was wearing. By the appearance of it, she could not tell that
the jewelry was actually an alarm device.
In truth, Gwendolyn wanted to tell Sophia there was no need to do that. She thought she barely ever
ran into danger and reckoned it was better for Sophia to keep it to protect herself instead.
However, noticing the worried look in Sophia's eyes, Gwendolyn ultimately did not have the heart to
reject her kindness.
Since this is her kind intention, I should accept it, shouldn't I? I've already made her remove her veil
and reveal her most vulnerable side to me because of my rejections earlier. Since we look so alike,
maybe we were sisters or mother and daughter in our past life. Perhaps it's destiny that brought us
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttogether. It'd be too much if I refused her kindness any further.
Sophia opened the door. Tiffany, who was standing outside, broke into a smile.
“What secret conversation were you two having in there?”
Tiffany was, in fact, happy for Sophia since the latter finally got to meet the daughter she had been
thinking of for the past twenty years.
If Tiffany did not run into Gwendolyn and discovered how she looked so much like Sophia back when
she was in Astoria, the two would most likely not have had the opportunity to meet each other in this
life.
“It's none of your business,” Sophia replied with a cold expression.
Tiffany arched her brow in response. “Gwen, it's getting late. We should head back now.”
Meanwhile, Alice and Patrick left Star Mansion and headed to Gwendolyn's house.
When Camille opened the door to see the two outside, she smilingly said, “Mr. Lowen, Old Mrs. Lowen,
what brings you here?”
Patrick replied flatly, “Where is she?”
She didn't go to the hospital to look after Zayden again, did she? Thinking of how fortunate Zayden was
that he could enjoy being cared for by Gwendolyn, Patrick felt a surge of jealousy within him.
Camille glanced at Alice. “Gwen is on a business trip to Frosa. She's attending night classes, and it
seems that her work has won an award. She's off to receive it!” After saying that, she welcomed them
in. “Please come in and take a seat. I just made some dessert.”
Upon hearing that there was dessert, Alice perked up a little. As much as she had her fair share of
dessert at home every day to the point she was sick of it, she supposed she could switch it up and try
something different.
A glimmer of darkness flashed across Patrick's eyes. He was undoubtedly upset to learn that
Gwendolyn had left for Frosa.
Alice hummed a quick acknowledgment and added, “Great! I'm thinking of waiting for the three kids to
return. I miss them so much. I even bought lots of toys for them.”
With that, she turned and said to the housekeeper behind, “Take these inside.”
Along their way over, they had gone to the shopping mall and bought some toys they thought the kids
would like.
Alice loved having children around. Since the three kids looked so much like Patrick, they would always
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmremind her of her future grandchildren.
Just then, Patrick lifted his left hand and looked at the expensive watch on his wrist.
“Grandma, I still have an important meeting today. I'll take my leave first.”
Alice knew Patrick's mind was somewhere else, as Gwendolyn was not around.
“Sure! Even if you buy a ticket now, you can still make it. Camille said the award ceremony will be held
tomorrow evening.”
She then turned and headed toward Gwendolyn's house. Patrick raised his brow slightly. Did I say I'm
going? But that's a good idea too. I've been thinking of taking a break recently, anyway.
He got into the car, fished out his phone, and dialed a phone number. Then, he said to the driver, “Head
back first.”
Shortly after, the call was connected. Amber's voice rang out from the other end.
“Mr. Lowen.”
“Ms. Johnson, help me book a plane ticket to Willowbank, Frosa two hours later. I'll head to the airport
now.”
“Understood, Mr. Lowen.”
The moment Patrick returned home, he took his passport and quickly packed a few clothes to bring
along. As he headed downstairs, he gave Gwendolyn a call.
Sadly, the call did not go through. He figured she probably did not activate data roaming on her phone.
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