Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

After dinner, Tifanny went to the piano room to practice, and while Timothy and Timmy were studying in their room in the backyard, they found the bodyguards who went with Richelle.

“Uncle Delroy, when our mommy returned to Lewis’ Village today, did something happen to her?”

Delroy, who had been with Roy Lewis for so long, naturally knew what to say and what not to say.

“Hmm, Dr. Dunn got hit in the head when inspecting the construction site, didn’t Dr. Dunn tell you?”

Timmy heard the same answer, and though he still didn’t quite believe it, with the same reason given by everyone-except Richelle, it seemed like there was nothing to doubt.

The two returned to the main house, “Little brother, I still feel something is wrong.”

Timmy’s intuition told him that this matter was not that simple.

Timothy also had the same thoughts, “Yeah, Mommy has always been agile and alert, the chances of her getting hit by a falling stone are low, unless she was distracted by something else when it happened.”

Timmy thought about it, “Should we ask Uncle Nathan?”

Timothy also considered it, but eventually shook his head.

“Forget it. If daddy and mommy want us to believe this reason, then let’s believe it!”

Timmy then nodded as well, “Yeah, even if something happened, daddy and mommy would definitely be able to handle it.”

After the two brothers reached this conclusion, they didn’t pursue the matter any further and went back to their own activities with peace of mind.

It has to be said that the three siblings all ended up with devilish teachers.

After Timothy and Timmy returned, Master Kingston and Professor Feynman gave lessons about two to three times a week, with each class lasting around two hours.

Besides these few hours of teaching, both devilish teachers also dumped a pile of materials or literature on them, or assigned a lot of homework.

As a result, the two brothers had to spend at least one or two hours each night to complete these assignments.

As for Tifanny, her situation was even worse than her brothers.

Her competition date was getting closer day by day.

Grandmaster Linwood later communicated with his junior sister and made slight changes to his teaching method, asking her to practice more difficult techniques on top of her original training intensity.

Now, Tifanny barely had time to engage in her second favorite hobby, painting.

Seeing their children work so hard, Richelle insisted on personally preparing some snacks or night refreshments for them every evening, no matter how busy she was.

After studying and practicing, the kids could eat something delicious and replenish their nutrients, and also improve their happiness in life.

When Richelle got accidentally injured, Roy took pity on her and had the chef prepare snacks and late-night meals for the kids.

Naturally, the kids were picky, but the moment they ate their night refreshments, they all hesitated.

Richelle and Roy saw their reactions.

Richelle was about to apologize, but Roy spoke first.

“Mommy got hurt, so I asked the chef to make you some late-night meals.”

Timmy quickly gave Richelle a comforting smile, “Mommy, you should rest and recover, the snacks from Chef Uncle are also delicious.”

Timothy also chimed in, “Yeah, although the crafts of those uncles may be slightly inferior to mommy’s, they’re still professional chefs from a five-star hotel.”

Tifanny blinked, “Mommy, wait until you recover to cook for us again.”

Richelle looked at her sensible children and felt warmth bubbling up in her heart.

After finishing their late-night meal, the three children played in the living room for a while, letting their food settle before going to their rooms to bathe and sleep.

Richelle, due to her injury, was forcibly put to bed early by Roy and the kids.

The task of telling stories to lull the three children to sleep naturally fell on Roy.

The three kids who usually couldn’t fall asleep without a bedtime story had no desire to listen to one this time.

“Daddy, will mommy’s injury have any lingering effects?”

Little Tifanny was worried, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed together.

Roy rubbed her head, “Silly girl, mommy is a doctor herself. If it was a serious injury, she would stay in the hospital for treatment rather than come home.”

Tifanny blinked and asked Timothy.

“Big brother, is that right?”

Timothy nodded, “Don’t worry, little sister. Mommy’s injury is minor, and she’ll recover soon.”

Tifanny finally relaxed as the siblings fell asleep quickly to the sound of Roy’s captivating storytelling voice.

Roy tucked in the children, then went back to the bedroom to see if Richelle had fallen asleep.

He thought that Richelle would be in his bedroom, but the light was off and the room was empty when he turned it on.

Roy then pushed open Richelie’s bedroom door and found her sitting in front of the computer, busy at work.

He frowned.

“Richelle, put your work aside for today and rest properly for the night.”

However, Richelle didn’t even look back as she responded.

“My master needs this data, it’ll be quick. I’ll sleep as soon as I’m done.”

Even though Richelle sounded confident and determined, Roy couldn’t help but doubt it and sat down, gazing at her.

“Why don’t I believe you?”

Richelle stared at the screen, her hands tapping away on the keyboard, paying no attention to him.

“What can I do to make you believe me?”

Roy’s gaze locked onto her slender, beautiful neck, and his mind conjured up several scenes not suitable for children….