Chapter 687


    Chapter 687 He Really Wants A Child


    Terrified upon hearing that, Felicia turned around and nced toward the bed.


    “I''m so sorry! I wasn''t trying to give it to Old Mr. Lowen. I just...”


    She didn''t dare to continue her sentence, so Patrick did it for her.


    “It was for me, right? Are you looking down on me, Ms. Ashton? Do you think that I''m incapable?”


    Felicia shook her head vigorously. “T-That''s not what I mean.”


    “What, then?”


    Felicia struggled to find the right words to exin herself.


    “If anything happens to my grandfather, you and the Ashton family will be held responsible. You better


    get lost now and pray that he''s fine.”


    Felicia took a step back, tears welling up in her eyes.


    “Patrick, I tried to drug you because I love you. It was also to fulfill Old Mr. Lowen''s wish. He wants a


    great-grandchild!” yelled Felicia.


    Patrick had already called for the bodyguards, who promptly grabbed Felicia''s arms and escorted her


    away.


    She sounded so indignant, as if everything she had done was for the sake of the Lowen family.


    Patrick stated coldly, “You aren''t worthy to have my child.”


    He recalled all those things that she had done to Gwendolyn in the past. Even the bullet in his head


    was because of her. Besides that, he also held her responsible for his near-death experience.


    Hence, there was no way she could ever marry into the Lowen family. He would never agree.


    After Felicia was dragged away, the room fell silent.


    Alice, who had finally regained herposure, held Patrick''s hand.


    “Pat, Fel isn''t a good person. When you were unconscious, she didn''t even take care of you sincerely.


    She summoned a bunch of housekeepers and ordered them around. She''s so two-faced that even your


    grandpa has been fooled by her.”


    Patrick smirked. “Grandma, I''ll deal with her.”


    Alicia knew how capable he was. There was no way that he couldn''t deal with Felicia.


    She nced at the bed. Seeing that Hector had calmed down, she rose to her feet.


    “Pat, your grandpa is fine now, so you should go and rest. It''s gettingte. You still have to wake up


    early tomorrow for work.”


    Her heart ached for her grandson.


    He had just been discharged from the hospital, yet before he could fully recover, he had to plunge


    himself into work.


    Alice was well aware of the current situation, where variouspanies were trying to undermine


    Lowen Group. In addition to that, Patrick had to resolve the numerous crises that Lowen Group was


    facing.


    He was already exhausted, yet Hector was still creating more trouble for him.


    Alice decided that she would reprimand Hector tomorrow and stop him from creating more trouble.


    Furthermore, she would not let Felicia enter the house again.


    Patrick talked to the doctors and confirmed that Hector had stabilized. He then instructed the medical


    team to sleep in the guest rooms beside Hector''s bedroom so that they could be on standby for any


    emergencies.


    After that, he left.


    As he headed toward the stairs, Kevin rushed up hurriedly. The two almost collided.


    “Pat, is Old Mr. Lowen all right?”


    Kevin had driven as fast as he could, fearing he might arrive toote.


    Patrick nced at him calmly. “He''s fine now. Come, let''s have a drink.”


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    Kevin tightened his grip on the first-aid kit.


    “He''s all right? That''s great.”


    Initially, Estelle was staying overnight at his ce after drinking too much. He was tempted, for she had


    finallye of age after so long waiting. Finally, he could make a move.


    Just as the atmosphere was just right, his phone rang. Hence, he had no choice but to leave her and


    rush over right away.


    Kevin followed Patrick to the wine room on the third floor, where an array of various wines were


    disyed. Each bottle was part of thetter''s prized collection, all hailing from famous brands.


    In the past, getting a taste of these exquisite wines was nearly impossible. However, he had the honor


    of visiting the room that night. In fact, Patrick even opened a bottle of fine wine.


    Pouring the wine into a ss, Patrick swirled it gently.


    “My grandparents are pressuring me to have a child. I really wish that a child could have been born


    from those nights six years ago.”