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Chapter 142

Grace behaved adorably by reaching out to hug Oliver's waist and pressing her face against his abdomen. "Darling, I was wrong. Let me be on your team next time. Dad's card-playing skills aren't that great." "I... Grace! You're so ungrateful," Peter exclaimed. He was about to get another sticky note on his face as his son showed him no mercy. Grace pleaded for reconciliation, and Oliver "reluctantly" agreed, though the smile on his face revealed his joy. "I'll guide you next time." "Okay! Darling, you're the best. Now go put a sticky note on Dad's face and make him look like an old man with a white beard." Grace let go of Oliver and urged him to stick the paper on Peter's face. Just then, a nurse entered the room. The young nurse was momentarily at a loss upon seeing the scene. "Mr. Oliver, I'm here to check Mr. Peter's blood pressure." Hearing that, Grace stood up to make space and helped Peter lie down on the bed. "You can come and take the measurement now." As the nurse stepp

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