Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

After Richelle hung up the phone, she saw Roy, who usually went to the study to deal with matters after breakfast, holding Timothy and accompanying him to read a foreign language book.

Richelle thought Timothy wanted to cling to Roy since Timmy would usually read coolly by himself on the sofa.

“Timmy, do you want Auntie to read with you?”

Before Timothy could respond, Roy spoke up.

“No need, busy yourself with your own matters!” His tone was indifferent, but Richelle seemed to detect a hint of resentment.

Richelle was puzzled. What was he trying to say?

She looked carefully at Roy, who tilted his face. His handsome, resolute appearance rarely showed such tenderness. He was explaining the contents of the book to Timothy softly, his foreign language pronunciation smooth and accurate. His deep and pleasant voice left Richelle momentarily lost in thought.

“Daddy, you’re great at speaking foreign languages!”

Timothy looked up at Roy with an admiring expression.

A faint smile appeared on Roy’s face as he pinched Timothy’s cheeks. “You’re also very good! Come, read this part for me.”

Richelle felt relieved, as Timothy and Tifanny were quite proficient in foreign languages. Otherwise, they would have been exposed.

Timothy read a passage smoothly, and Roy rubbed his head in approval. “Mmm, not bad!”

Timothy giggled and nuzzled his face against Roy’s large palm.

Richelie’s heart instantly rose halfway to the sky. Although others might not have noticed, she, being a mother, knew the different habits of her children.

For example, Timothy always liked to nuzzle his face to act cute, while Timmy rarely did so.

However, Roy seemed to have rarely noticed such details. He remained unaware as he tenderly pinched Timothy’s nose. Timothy didn’t even shy away, and even tilted his head up to make it easier for Roy.

Watching the heartwarming interaction between father and son, Richelle’s emotions were mixed. She could hardly bear to watch and simply stood up and walked out to the terrace.

As her road to revenge began, her and her children’s future became uncertain.

She couldn’t shake the Dunn family’s influence all at once. If she had to deal with Roy Lewis and the Lewis family in the future as well, she dared not think about the fate of her and her children.

But once set, an arrow couldn’t be called back; she had no choice but to move forward.

Of course, she could also let go of all her hatred and forget about revenge. After Roy’s surgery, she could leave with Timothy and Tifanny, so as not to sacrifice any more of her energy.

But that would mean abandoning her eldest son again.

Over four years ago, she had no other choice and couldn’t protect her eldest son even if she tried her best.

Now, she just wanted to make up for it and fight for her son’s future, regardless of the cost or difficulty.

After Richelle left the terrace, Roy’s gaze frequently swept toward her unintentionally.

This time, she faced her garden with her back to the room. Although her expression was hidden, he felt that her hunched back revealed loneliness and helplessness.

Could something have really happened to her?

But the only things that could be bothering her would be her children or work-related matters, right?

Thinking of this, Roy couldn’t help himself. He placed Timothy on the sofa and returned to the study to make a phone call to Mr. Chapman.

“Mr. Chapman, has anything happened to Richelle at the hospital recently?”

Mr. Chapman was baffled by the question. “Dr. Dunn? Nothing’s happened to her as far as 1 know. She’s been on leave for several days.”

Roy hadn’t heard about this. “Leave? Why did she take leave?”

“She said she had some personal matters to attend to. As for the specifics, I didn’t want to pry. After all, she’s a grown woman. It would be overstepping if I asked too much.”

Roy couldn’t get any information from Mr. Chapman, and the mystery in his heart only grew deeper.

As Richelle prepared to give Roy his injection, their gaze became even more profound and inquisitive.

Richelle noticed his strangeness, but she had her own issues to deal with and didn’t want to provoke Roy, especially since she felt so guilty about the children.

As a result, she remained mostly silent during the injection.

The bedroom was so quiet that they could hear each other’s faint breaths. The atmosphere became stifling again.

Halfway through the injection, Roy found himself falling asleep once more.

This dream was unlike any he had ever had.

In the dream, there was a large lake in the distance. A woman stood by the lake, her distant gaze cast towards the horizon.

Roy walked through the grass step by step, until he could almost reach the woman. She turned her face towards him, revealing herself as Richelle.

“Mr. Lewis, 1 have to go!”

Roy’s heart suddenly felt empty, and he urgently asked, “Where are you going?”

Richelle smiled at him, “I’m going back to where I came from!”

Roy was somewhat annoyed, “My illness isn’t cured yet. How can you just leave?”

Richelle pointed to the other side of the lake, “My master will cure your illness!”

Roy should have been happy. After all, hadn’t he always wanted Master Seaton to treat him?

However, dream-Roy wasn’t pleased.

He even tried to grab Richelle’s arm, “No, you’re my primary doctor!”

But his hand reached for air. Richelle, who had stood there so solidly, suddenly vanished without a trace!

Roy felt as if he had stepped into a void, and with a sudden shock, he woke up from the dream.

In the bedroom, there seemed to be a lingering trace of Richelle’s presence, but she was not there.

Roy didn’t know why he had such a strange dream, and everything in it felt like it had really happened.

His heart felt empty, a lingering sense of loss, which continued until he saw Nathan in the study.

“Nathan, do you know what Dr. Dunn has been busy with lately?”

Nathan was an outstanding assistant, and Roy rarely failed to complete tasks he assigned to him.

However, this question was clearly beyond Nathan’s capacity.

“Sir, isn’t Dr. Dunn your doctor? I’ve only met her a few times; how would I know what she’s been busy with recently?”

After asking the question and looking into Roy’s cold eyes, he hurriedly asked, “Should 1 have someone investigate it?”

Without even considering it, Roy refused his suggestion. “No need!”

It was fine to investigate opponents and enemies.

But Richelle was neither an opponent nor an enemy.

Nathan scratched his head, “Why not have little master ask around? If you can’t get through to Dr. Dunn, ask her children.”

Roy fell into thought. That indeed seemed like a good idea.

His son was clever enough, and Timothy and Tifanny trusted him completely.

But would his son be willing to do it?

Roy wasn’t too sure.

Now, he wasn’t even sure which one was more important to his son: himself or Richelle..