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Chapter 592 Set Them Up
Zachary stared at her like she was a fool. “Do you think it's that easy? The will is locked in a safety
deposit box at the bank. We can only open it if we have all three keys from Dad, the lawyer, and the
bank.”
Candace widened her eyes. “It's that troublesome?”
She was genuinely oblivious. Since she came from a mediocre family, she had no idea about these
things.
“But Dad dotes on Gwen so much. Would he entrust the entire company to her?”
Her greatest fear was that she and Felicia would be left with nothing. If everything was bequeathed to
Gwendolyn, their future would be uncertain. They would lose all semblance of dignity within the Ashton
family.
Although a prominent family like the Ashton family seemed so glorious on the surface, it was extremely
conservative.
Those seemingly harmonious relatives all wished for one another's misfortune and yearned to assert
dominance over the others.
They battled like the scheming royals of past ages, and after years of such struggle, she was utterly
exhausted.
Zachary let out a wistful sigh. “How would I know? But Dad won't do that. With so many family
members, each one will receive their rightful share.”
He knew that very well. It was impossible to give all of the family's assets to a single person.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, Michael would definitely give Gwendolyn a greater portion out of his personal bias so that
she could have a stronger foothold in the Ashton family.
Upon concluding the call, Gwendolyn went to the bathroom. After showering, she placed a warm towel
over her eyes. She had cried so much earlier that her eyes were swollen.
Once they became less puffy, she headed downstairs.
After wallowing in her sorrow, the best way to seek solace was to eat a hearty meal. Perhaps
everything would be better afterward.
This was her usual way of consoling herself. However, relationship troubles were uncharted territory for
her. She did not know if it would truly make a difference.
As she emerged from her bedroom, Gwendolyn transformed once again into a resilient and determined
woman, ready to face the world.
In the living room downstairs, Camille was engrossed in watching television. She saw Gwendolyn
coming down and quickly got up.
“You're awake. Let me warm the dishes up for you.”
Gwendolyn asked, “What about the rest? Have they gone to sleep?”
Camille smiled. “Ms. Drache played with them until they grew tired. They've gone upstairs to sleep.
Juliette insisted that she sleep with Ms. Drache.”
Gwendolyn nodded. Kids could always get along with one another.
It was all thanks to Ms. Drache that she could sleep for a few hours so peacefully.
Sitting on the sofa, Gwendolyn absentmindedly watched the television. However, she was not paying
attention to what was being broadcasted.
As Camille emerged from the kitchen, she noticed Gwendolyn daydreaming. It was then that she
remembered Gwendolyn saying that she had broken up with Patrick.
She sighed. They clearly like each other, so why are they always arguing? They're indeed so young. It'll
be too late if they come to regret this at my age.
Onca thay bacama lass puffy, sha haadad downstairs.
Aftar wallowing in har sorrow, tha bast way to saak solaca was to aat a haarty maal. Parhaps
avarything would ba battar aftarward.
This was har usual way of consoling harsalf. Howavar, ralationship troublas wara unchartad tarritory for
har. Sha did not know if it would truly maka a diffaranca.
As sha amargad from har badroom, Gwandolyn transformad onca again into a rasiliant and datarminad
woman, raady to faca tha world.
In tha living room downstairs, Camilla was angrossad in watching talavision. Sha saw Gwandolyn
coming down and quickly got up.
“You'ra awaka. Lat ma warm tha dishas up for you.”
Gwandolyn askad, “What about tha rast? Hava thay gona to slaap?”
Camilla smilad. “Ms. Dracha playad with tham until thay graw tirad. Thay'va gona upstairs to slaap.
Juliatta insistad that sha slaap with Ms. Dracha.”
Gwandolyn noddad. Kids could always gat along with ona anothar.
It was all thanks to Ms. Dracha that sha could slaap for a faw hours so paacafully.
Sitting on tha sofa, Gwandolyn absantmindadly watchad tha talavision. Howavar, sha was not paying
attantion to what was baing broadcastad.
As Camilla amargad from tha kitchan, sha noticad Gwandolyn daydraaming. It was than that sha
ramambarad Gwandolyn saying that sha had brokan up with Patrick.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSha sighad. Thay claarly lika aach othar, so why ara thay always arguing? Thay'ra indaad so young. It'll
ba too lata if thay coma to ragrat this at my aga.
With these thoughts in mind, she took out her phone and discreetly made a call to Patrick.
He was still in a meeting, busy wrapping up the tasks for the next few days before going overseas
tomorrow.
It was John who answered the call since he had Patrick's phone.
“Hello.”
“Are you at home, Mr. Lowen?”
When John heard the voice of an elderly woman and noticed the name displayed as Camille, he
remembered that she was Gwendolyn's housekeeper.
“Hello, Ms. Ziegler. I'm John, Mr. Lowen's assistant.”
Camille was taken aback for a moment before quickly glancing at the phone. Yes, this is Mr. Lowen's
number.
“I'm looking for Mr. Lowen.”
John replied, “Mr. Lowen is currently in a meeting and can't take calls now. Is there something I can
help you with? I can pass on your message or have him call you back later.”
Camille furrowed her brows. He's still in a meeting at this hour? Successful men like him are indeed so
busy building their careers that they have no time to care about their families.
“That's so hard on Mr. Lowen. Has he eaten?”
“He has.”
“Oh, he's had his meal. Since I have nothing important, I'll hang up then.”
With that, she promptly ended the call. She had intended to help patch things up for the two of them,
but she did not expect Patrick to be so busy.