Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

The next day was Saturday, and Roy Lewis got up early as usual. For a workaholic like him, every day was a workday.

Little Mr. Lewis didn’t have to go to kindergarten, but the Lewis family was always strict with their little heir, so even on Saturdays and Sundays, he had a whole bunch of private lessons and training waiting for him.

The father and son sat across from each other at the dining table. Roy Lewis added some salt to his porridge and stirred it gently, his eyes glued to his son.

Little Mr. Lewis had fallen down the stairs grabbing some snacks yesterday and then locked himself in his room, refusing to eat or drink.

Roy Lewis and the nanny tried to coax him, but got no response. Helplessly, they called in a child expert, who talked until he was blue in the face, only to receive a note from under the door as a response.

“Leave me alone. Let me be.”

A four-year-old kid asking for some peace! This was not scientific!

However, Roy Lewis had no way with him. Hitting was out of the question, and lecturing? The little guy wasn’t receptive.

Roy Lewis was a bit angry and frustrated, but he couldn’t bear to see his beloved son go hungry. He gently pushed the bowl of porridge toward him, swallowing his anger and coaxing.

“Timmy, Auntie cooked your favorite seafood porridge. Want to eat some?”

Little Mr. Lewis didn’t even look at him, his long, long eyelashes drooping as he pursed his lips. His small hand held a chopstick repeatedly poking the dumplings, looking like he had no appetite.

Roy Lewis felt a headache coming on, his son may have been stubborn and determined, but he rarely saw him being passive-aggressive like this.

“Timmy!”

Roy Lewis called out again, his tone unavoidably firm.

Little Mr. Lewis lazily lifted his eyelids, his beautiful eyes bloodshot and swollen. He tried hard to open his eyes wide, staring straight at his dad.

Roy Lewis met his son’s gaze and winced. His heart ached.

“Dr. Dunn…,” said Roy Lewis, who was finally able to sense that his son’s abnormal behavior had something to do with Richelle Dunn. He chose his words carefully, “Her sending dessert is just like Jennifer Bailes sending soup to daddy!”

Jennifer Bailes was the craziest among the young ladies from prestigious families pursuing Roy Lewis, and Little Mr. Lewis had never liked her.

Little Mr. Lewis withdrew his ambiguous gaze, stuck his chopsticks into the dumplings, slid from his seat, and turned to run out with a “thud,” apparently using silence and fasting to protest his dad’s decision.

Roy Lewis’s eyes darkened, “Richelle Dunn, what on earth have you done to my son?”

He abruptly stood up, prepared to drag the little guy back. If necessary, he’d resort to spanking.

He couldn’t figure it out. How had Richelle Dunn, who had only appeared in front of him and his son twice, become the fuse for father-son conflict?

“Master Lewis… ”

Uncle Axel rushed in with trembling hands holding an IPad, blocking his steps.

Roy Lewis glanced at him, “Speak!”

Uncle Axel’s eyes were red as he shakily handed the IPad over.

[Critical Illness Notice]. The five big words reflected in Roy Lewis’s eyes, and he was stunned for a moment before his face darkened.

“It’s Richelle Dunn again, and her tricks, huh?”

Uncle Axel trembled in his voice, “No…it’s…you’d better see for yourself, Sir.”

Roy Lewis glanced at the sender of the email and found it was Connor Chapman, the dean of Kindur Central Hospital.

Roy Lewis’s temper flared, and he raised his voice, “Bullshit! I’m perfectly fine!”

With long strides, he headed towards his study, ready to make a phone call and get to the bottom of this.

Uncle Axel hurriedly followed him, closing the door before anxiously advising him, “Master Lewis, there’s nothing more important than your health. Please listen to the professionals…”

Before Uncle Axel could finish, Roy Lewis’ phone rang, displaying the caller ID “Uncle.”

Roy’s uncle, Kennedy Green, was the youngest President in the history of the Federation. Roy lost his father at a young age and his mother in his teenage years, so Kennedy was like a father to him.

As soon as the call connected, Kennedy’s calm and indisputable voice came through, “Roy, stop everything you’re doing right now and stay at home to receive treatment from Dr. Seaton.”

Apparently, Mr. Chapman had also sent him a copy of the email.

Roy Lewis was extremely frustrated, wondering why everyone was acting as if they were possessed.

Was it just because he recently had frequent headaches and had gone for a routine checkup? How did he, a healthy and lively person, suddenly become critically ill?

“Uncle, Mr. Chapman is just talking nonsense, you don’t need to worry about it!”

“Don’t worry? Have you seen the medical report? It gave me chills. You better be careful, or I’m afraid… Anyway, stay at home, and I’ll communicate with Master Seaton!”

Without waiting for Roy to say anything, Kennedy hung up the call.

An hour later, Roy saw Richelle Dunn carrying a medical box hurriedly into his study.

She was wearing a black blouse and black slacks, with a camel-colored woolen coat over it. Her shoulder-length curls were pulled back into a ponytail, giving her a sharp and capable appearance, completely different from her image a few days ago.

This look matched her identity as a doctor.

However, Roy’s opinion of her had already fallen to an all-time low, and no matter how much she changed, she couldn’t redeem her unbearable image in his eyes.

Roy asked coldly, “What are you doing here again?”

This woman seemed to be haunting him, and he had reason to suspect that all his recent misfortunes were her doing.

What infuriated him the most was that the submissive woman from yesterday had returned to her initial arrogant appearance, her eyes filled with silent provocation.

Today, Richelle was full of confidence. After all, she had a powerful supporter as Dr. Dunn!

She handed him a letter she had just received, “Here, Mr. Lewis, I just got this confidential letter!”

Roy frowned at her defiant attitude and took the letter out of curiosity, noticing the “Presidential Confidential” stamp on it.

This woman really had some tricks up her sleeve.

He had truly underestimated her!

The letter contained a death warrant issued by President Kennedy Green.

“Mr. Lewis, Mr. President said in the letter if I can’t save your life, I won’t get out of the Federation alive. So, even if you’re not afraid of dying, please don’t drag me down, okay?”

Richelle returned to her original sharp-tongued self, tearing into anyone who annoyed her, and her words were never kind to those who deserved a lesson.

At first, she wasn’t sure if Roy would accept her treatment based solely on Mr. Chapman’s Critical Illness Notice. After all, he seemed like a foolish man who valued his pride more than his life.

However, after seeing how he protected his son yesterday, she became more confident. After all, there was no way he would risk leaving his four-year-old son behind by refusing treatment.

Now, with the President’s confidential letter in hand, she had Roy cornered.

As a result, she no longer held back her temper and returned to her arrogant demeanor as a miracle doctor’s disciple.

Richelle had always been the type to take revenge, and the fact that she was only being venomous to Roy instead of using a scalpel to make him suffer was already merciful by her standards!