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The driver was already waiting at the door when Patrick descended the stairs with Juliette in his arms.
When the driver caught sight of Patrick, he quickly got out of the car and opened the door for him.
Bending down, the latter had just gotten into the car when Juliette opened her eyes and glanced at him before immediately
bursting into tears. “Mommy! I want Mommy!”
It was natural for children to become particularly attached to their mothers whenever they felt unwell.
Alice had changed into fresh clothes and was carrying a bag as she followed. She gently placed a small blanket over Juliette to
keep her warm.
Seeing the little girl crying and fussing like this, she couldn't help but feel her heart aching.
“Give Gwen a call and let her know to come to the hospital,” she urged.
Patrick had initially hesitated to inform Gwendolyn. After all, considering the late hour, there was no guarantee she would answer
the call.
However, he felt a pang in his heart as he watched his daughter's tumultuous crying.
In the end, he retrieved his phone with one hand and dialed Gwendolyn's number.
Meanwhile, the woman in question was in a deep sleep when the series of incoming calls eventually roused her from slumber.
Gwendolyn stifled a yawn as she grabbed her phone, feeling the urge to scold whoever was repeatedly calling her so late.
However, the sight of Patrick's name on the screen instantly jolted her to full wakefulness.
Her hand shook slightly, revealing her nervousness.
After a momentary lapse, the call disconnected on its own. She let out a sigh, berating herself for zoning out and missing the call.

Just as she was about to set her phone aside, it began to ring again.

Gwendolyn picked up the call immediately. “Hello?”
She could hear the sound of her own heartbeat thumping loudly.
“Juliette is sick. Come to Fourton Hospital. She's in the pediatric department.”
As soon as he finished talking, he ended the call. Gwendolyn paused for a moment, then swiftly sat up.
“Juliette?”
Subsequently, she rushed to put on clothes, snatched her car keys, and dashed out.
She drove to the hospital, and upon reaching Juliette's ward, she found Patrick cradling her daughter while the latter was
receiving an IV drip.
The scene was incredibly heartwarming, akin to a father tenderly holding his sick daughter while she underwent treatment.
Noticing Gwendolyn had arrived, Alice got up and walked over to greet her.
“Gwen, you're finally here. Juliette has been crying and asking for you. We've been so heartbroken seeing her like this,” she
said.
She then raised her hand to wipe away her tears. For some reason, seeing Juliette in such a state had stirred a profound sense
of discomfort and heartache within her.
Perhaps her deep desire for a great-grandchild led her to view Juliette as her own.
Gwendolyn regarded Alice and expressed, “Old Mrs. Lowen, considering the late hour, I'm really grateful for your help.”

She knew the elderly lady must have found it challenging to stay up so late, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.
That being said, wasn't Juliette supposed to be at Lucy's house? How did she end up at the Lowen residence instead?
Perplexed, she wondered why her friend hadn't informed her about this.
“It's all right. I'm fine. All that matters is Juliette's well-being,” Alice reassured.

Gwendolyn walked over to Patrick's side and reached out to take Juliette into her arms.
The man didn't hand the little girl over and said softly, “She's already asleep. I can keep holding her.”
In truth, he could have placed Juliette on the bed. However, the little girl had a tendency to jolt awake the moment he did so. As
such, he could only keep her cradled in his arms.
Despite her small size, holding her continuously had made his arm surprisingly sore.
This was also the reason why he didn't want Gwendolyn to hold her.
Gwendolyn gazed at her daughter, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. She was well aware that whenever Juliette was ill,
she would become quite stubborn, insisting on being only with Gwendolyn and rejecting everyone else.
I'm quite surprised that Patrick was able to soothe her. It must have taken him quite an effort, huh?
Just then, Kevin entered the room. He casually adjusted his glasses before saying to Alice, “Old Mrs. Lowen, it's getting rather
late. Why don't you go rest in the adjacent ward?”
Upon saying that, a nurse nearby came over and offered her support. “Old Mrs. Lowen, allow me to accompany you.”
Gwendolyn realized how late it had become, with the time nearing four-thirty in the morning. She smiled at Alice and said, “Old
Mrs. Lowen, you should go get some rest. Patrick and I are here, so you can trust that everything is under control.”
Alice was indeed feeling tired. As such, she nodded in agreement and was accompanied by the nurse and the housekeeper to
the nearby ward for some rest.
After she left, Gwendolyn turned to Kevin and inquired, “Mr. Chavez, how's Juliette doing?”