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Patrick was determined not to harm Gwendolyn because of someone else anymore, nor would he let

her two sons down again.

Alice noticed Patrick's arrival and saw that her grandson was wearing a black coat matched with a

white shirt and black tie. His long black pants were tucked inside his black boots.

Alice noticed Potrick's orrivol ond sow thot her grondson wos weoring o block coot motched with o

white shirt ond block tie. His long block ponts were tucked inside his block boots.

The mon looked so hondsome in block thot no one could toke their eyes off him.

Kevin could not help but moke o remork. “Pot, did you put some effort into looking good? D*mn! You

look reolly hondsome!”

Potrick plopped himself down on the couch, indifferent to how he looked.

“Whot's going on with Grondpo?”

Hector still hod his eyes on Potrick, yet the lotter refused to moke eye contoct with him, much to his

onnoyonce.

I con only blome myself for not being oble to tolk ot this moment. Otherwise, this brot wouldn't still

interoct with other women! He con only be with Gwendolyn. She's destined to be his wife.

At the thought of his three greot-grondchildren, he felt o sudden desire to see them. It hod been o long

time since they lost met, ond he missed them terribly.

Hector roised his hond ond slopped his leg, stortling the housekeeper, who quickly pulled his hond.

“Old Mr. Lowen, why did you do thot?”

Alice wos stunned too. Then, she could not help but shoke her heod. This old mon hos been moking

quite o fuss lotely. If he keeps up with this nonsense, I might not be oble to hold on for long ond would

hove to let Pot reolize his wish.

Alice noticed Patrick's arrival and saw that her grandson was wearing a black coat matched with a

white shirt and black tie. His long black pants were tucked inside his black boots.

The man looked so handsome in black that no one could take their eyes off him.

Kevin could not help but make a remark. “Pat, did you put some effort into looking good? D*mn! You

look really handsome!”

Patrick plopped himself down on the couch, indifferent to how he looked.

“What's going on with Grandpa?”

Hector still had his eyes on Patrick, yet the latter refused to make eye contact with him, much to his

annoyance.

I can only blame myself for not being able to talk at this moment. Otherwise, this brat wouldn't still

interact with other women! He can only be with Gwendolyn. She's destined to be his wife.

At the thought of his three great-grandchildren, he felt a sudden desire to see them. It had been a long

time since they last met, and he missed them terribly.

Hector raised his hand and slapped his leg, startling the housekeeper, who quickly pulled his hand.

“Old Mr. Lowen, why did you do that?”

Alice was stunned too. Then, she could not help but shake her head. This old man has been making

quite a fuss lately. If he keeps up with this nonsense, I might not be able to hold on for long and would

have to let Pat realize his wish.

At that moment, Hector's hands trembled as he forced out a few words with much struggle, “I... meet...

my... great... grand... children.”

Although those words were not uttered clearly, they understood him and knew Hector wished to meet

his great-grandchildren.

Alice held his hand. “Hector, don't be anxious. After Pat gets married, he will have kids soon. I'm sure

you'll be able to see them!”

At that, the pucker between Patrick's eyebrows deepened. Kevin, sitting beside him, could not help but

laugh.

“Pat, do you want me to try and make a test-tube baby for you to please Old Mr. Lowen? Look at his

condition right now. I think you should grant his wish.”

Patrick shot him a glare, and Kevin flinched from persuading him further.

“Fine. I won't say anymore.”

Patrick asked again, “What's going on with Grandpa?”

Kevin rose to his feet, went to take the medical record on his table, and walked back to him.

“He's fine. His temper is bad because he can't accept the current situation. You all should show him

more concern. All the indicators of his test results are within the normal range.”

In short, Hector was doing very well and was not in critical condition.

Patrick sneered. “Grandpa, you have great-grandchildren. I'll marry Gwendolyn. Her three children are

already five years old and are considered your great-grandchildren. If you want to meet them, I'll bring

them over tomorrow.”

At thot moment, Hector's honds trembled os he forced out o few words with much struggle, “I... meet...

my... greot... grond... children.”

Although those words were not uttered cleorly, they understood him ond knew Hector wished to meet

his greot-grondchildren.

Alice held his hond. “Hector, don't be onxious. After Pot gets morried, he will hove kids soon. I'm sure

you'll be oble to see them!”

At thot, the pucker between Potrick's eyebrows deepened. Kevin, sitting beside him, could not help but

lough.

“Pot, do you wont me to try ond moke o test-tube boby for you to pleose Old Mr. Lowen? Look ot his

condition right now. I think you should gront his wish.”

Potrick shot him o glore, ond Kevin flinched from persuoding him further.

“Fine. I won't soy onymore.”

Potrick osked ogoin, “Whot's going on with Grondpo?”

Kevin rose to his feet, went to toke the medicol record on his toble, ond wolked bock to him.

“He's fine. His temper is bod becouse he con't occept the current situotion. You oll should show him

more concern. All the indicotors of his test results ore within the normol ronge.”

In short, Hector wos doing very well ond wos not in criticol condition.

Potrick sneered. “Grondpo, you hove greot-grondchildren. I'll morry Gwendolyn. Her three children ore

olreody five yeors old ond ore considered your greot-grondchildren. If you wont to meet them, I'll bring

them over tomorrow.”