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Michael mulled over it for a while. “Okay, I'll take care of it. The things you've said just now, don't say
them anymore. From now on, Gwen will be Ms. Ashton of the Ashton family. I'll make whoever dares to
slander her pay.”
Michael stood up and stormed back to his study angrily.
Felicia patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief across from her mother. “I was scared to death
just now.”
Candace looked around and made sure that there was none of Michael's subordinates around before
she said, “Fel, although we've given Gwendolyn the upper hand by allowing her to marry into the
Surrington family. However, compared to the Surrington family, the Lowen family is superior. In any
case, we aren't suffering any losses.”
Felicia felt the same way. Nevertheless, she leaned close to Candace's ear and whispered, “Mom, will
she find out what we did to her back then? What should we do if she finds out?”
Candace sneered, “She won't find out about it. That old man has disappeared. Besides, it's been so
many years. He must be dead. Even if she finds out, she won't find any evidence related to us.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFelicia nodded. “That's good to hear.”
Her eyes were dark as she stared coldly into the distance, thinking about Patrick's lack of interest in
her.
She also wanted Gwendolyn to know how it felt for Patrick to be deceived. I'm sure he wouldn't bother
with her anymore.
Her mood instantly improved at the thought of that.
As soon as Michael entered the study, he called Gwendolyn.
Gwendolyn answered the call promptly. “Grandpa.”
“Gwen, where are you right now?”
“I'm at Zayden's place. He's been discharged from the hospital.” Gwendolyn was standing in front of
Dragonhill Mansion. She rang the doorbell and waited for the door to open.
When Michael heard that, a smile formed on the corner of his mouth. I knew it. Fel had heard it from
hearsay. “All right. Take good care of him. We'll be hosting a banquet for you at home on Saturday.
Bring him and the three little ones back with you.”
Gwendolyn was a little worried after listening to Michael's words.
I'll make time to meet with Grandpa and explain everything to him in person.
“All right, Grandpa.” Gwendolyn rang the doorbell a few more times after ending the call, but no one
opened the door.
Angeline got out of the car. “Is he not answering the door?”
She assumed she'd be able to see Zayden as long as Gwendolyn came. Her face turned pale.
“It seems like no one's home,” Gwendolyn said before she peered in.
When I came over last night, at least someone answered the intercom, but there was no response
today; he's most likely not at home. Mrs. Surrington doesn't seem to believe me, so I'll have to make a
call.
Gwendolyn dialed Zayden's number, but no one picked up the call. He answered on the third attempt,
“Hello?”
Actually, he already knew it was his mom, but the act must go on.
“Gwen and I are at the door. Please open the door, Zay.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZayden was standing by the window on the second floor at that time. The white curtains blocked the
view of the people below, but he could clearly see them. “Mom, I just got to the hospital for a checkup
today. Please leave!”
Angeline was startled when she heard that. Did he go to the hospital already? We also brought the
doctor over, but I guess we were too late.
“When are you coming back, Zay? Gwen and I finally came over. Why don't you tell us the passcode
for the door? We'll go inside and wait for you. I miss you. Let me see you before I go.” She had to see
how Zayden was doing. Is he in good spirits? Is his house clean? Mrs. Lawrence had gone crazy. I
hope nothing has happened to Zay. I only have one son. I can't let anything bad happen to him.
Zayden said flatly, “Mom, I don't want to see anyone today. You guys should go back! Don't come here
anymore.”
Angeline burst into tears when she realized he was about to hang up the phone.
“Zay, I've made up my mind. I'll agree to you and Gwendolyn's marriage, and I will treat her sincerely.
So, can you just let me see you already?” Angeline was familiar with her son's personality and knew
why he was angry.
The man next to the window upstairs curled his lips into a smile. “Mom, I'm glad you've agreed to it.”
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