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Gwendolyn dropped a tablet of cold medicine in hot water for Lucy and placed the glass in front of her.
“Drink this first.”
Lucy picked up the glass and took a sip. She raised her head and looked at Gwendolyn with swollen
eyes from all the crying.
“Gwen, am I a fool? Is this why I got deceived by men again and again?”
Jared made her believe in love, and the price for that was her life.
At first, she thought that as long as she did not get invested and did not care, she would not get hurt
again.
Unexpectedly, she was deceived once again.
Lucas promised to donate his bone marrow to Melanie in a month, but he ran away.
Gwendolyn sat next to her and put her arm around her shoulders.
“Luce, if I was in your position, I would also be a fool for Juliette.”
After all, the two women regarded their children as their lives. For the sake of their children, they were
willing to do anything.
She knew that Lucy just wanted Melanie to live, which was why she was so humble in front of Lucas.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe thought that Lucas was someone with integrity, so the idea that Lucas would run away had never
crossed her mind.
Lucy downed the rest of the medicine with an empty look in her eyes. She had already sorted out her
emotions by the time she put the glass down.
She had been trying to contact Lucas for the past few hours. However, no matter how many times she
called or sent text messages to his phone and WhatsApp, she did not get any response.
When Gwendolyn told her the news, she knew that she could never reach him no matter how hard she
tried.
It was no use to wake up someone who wanted to pretend that they were sleeping.
“I'm going to the hospital and check on Melanie. I told her that she would get better soon. She was so
happy when she heard that. If she knew she would not have that surgery anymore, she would be
extremely disappointed. I also need to discuss with the staff again about finding a new bone marrow
donor.”
Gwendolyn looked at Lucy's pale face and thin figure.
She felt very distressed for her friend, who was obviously full of sorrow and was very anguished just a
few moments before.
It was only for a while as she seemed to be fine at the moment. She now appeared strong and
steadfast.
Gwendolyn then heaved a heavy sigh. Lucy's situation was similar to hers. They both had children with
no one to rely on and had to stand strong for their children.
Lucy went to the bedroom to change while Gwendolyn walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
She had seen the grant for the house and the black card on the table and knew that Lucas must have
left those for Lucy.
However, what Lucy needed the most at the time was not money or property. The most important thing
to her at the moment was the bone marrow.
She took out her phone and dialed Patrick's number before walking out of the condominium. He did not
answer her call. Gwendolyn knew that Patrick must be angry as she had left without his permission.
She called him again, and he answered this time around. However, his voice was extremely cold.
“What is it?”
From what Gwendolyn could hear, she guessed that he should be in his car on his way home right now.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Mr. Lowen, there is a favor I would like to ask from you. If you can contact Lucas, can you tell him that
Lucy was devastated after he left? Melanie is her life, Mr. Lowen. For Lucy, that child is just like Juliette
and the other kids to me. I don't think Lucy can live on if something happens to Melanie.”
What she said was true, but she also wanted to scare Lucas.
She wanted him to think that the next time he returned, he might never get to see Lucy again. Since he
did all that with Lucy, he should at least be fond of her.
Patrick frowned slightly. He knew how much Gwendolyn loved her triplets.
With that as a comparison, he could understand why Lucy would not survive without Melanie.
“Okay, I will tell you if I can contact him.”
Gwendolyn was excited when she heard that.
“Thank you, Mr. Lowen!”
Sure enough, the man I like is a very nice person and not a lousy one.
Patrick was in a much better mood once he heard her laughter.
“Gwendolyn, when will you finish knitting my sweater? Winter is almost over.”
Gwendolyn had long forgotten all about knitting the sweater, and she stuck out her tongue once the
memory resurfaced.
“Oh! I'll speed up my knitting, Mr. Lowen. When is your birthday?”
She called him again, and he answered this time around. However, his voice was extremely cold.
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