Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelle Dunn’s life or death was of no concern to Roy Lewis.

But he had to save face for his uncle.

He had also looked at the death case data sent by Mr. Chapman later, and it was indeed similar to his symptoms.

At the same time, based on the data from the resume sent by Mr. Chapman, Richelle Dunn’s cure rate for similar cases in the past two years has risen to a level close to her master, Master Seaton. It can be said that her position in the medical field is already on par with her master.

As for his illness, it was like a sharp blade hanging over his head, not knowing when it would fall. So even though he was disgusted with Richelle Dunn in every way, it was now difficult for him to drive her away so resolutely.

“Richelle Dunn, if you want to treat me, fine, but we have to set some ground rules!”

Roy Lewis had been in power for a long time, and he was used to having control over everything. Even now, when his life was in the hands of others, he didn’t show any weakness.

He hadn’t forgotten that she had been harboring ill intentions towards him from the start.

Richelle Dunn didn’t expect him to compromise so easily, and she nodded without even thinking.

“I agree!”

For her, treating his illness was the only opportunity for her to get close to and see her eldest son. So no matter what conditions Roy Lewis put forward, she would agree to them.

Roy Lewis’s sharp gaze fell on her face, as if he could see through her heart.

“First, your job is to treat illnesses, not to play useless tricks, I have no interest in you; second, put away your dirty thoughts, don’t target my son, he’s not as stupid as you think; third, if you break any of the above rules, I will make sure you are ruined and have no place to stand!”

Richelle Dunn agreed without hesitation, “Fine, those who accomplish great things don’t fuss over trifles, I’ll follow what you said, Mr. Lewis, but…”

Richelle Dunn’s sharp gaze swept over Roy Lewis’s desk piled with documents, “I hope Mr. Lewis can cooperate and follow all the medical advice related to his condition. Please remember, you are a mortal, not a machine, please don’t risk working yourself to death from a sudden stroke!”

Regarding Roy Lewis, Richelle Dunn didn’t have any bad intentions. Saving people was her duty. From yesterday to today, she had been actively preparing for his treatment.

Furthermore, treating him and getting close to her son were not conflicting. In fact, they complemented each other.

These sharp words were indeed true, but Richelle Dunn was the first person to speak them out so bluntly.

Roy Lewis couldn’t figure out how he felt about it. In any case, he felt very uncomfortable, but before he could refute anything, Richelle Dunn had already assumed a doctor’s demeanor and gave orders.

“Mr. Lewis, the next treatment requires you to rest in bed. Please go back to your bedroom and lie down, I’ll go and get ready.”

Roy Lewis raised his eyebrows, deeply suspecting that the treatment data sent by Mr. Chapman was fake.

“Dr. Dunn, I received a critical illness notice, and you’re going to treat me in the bedroom, not in the operating room?”

Roy Lewis mocked that, his semi-closed eyes emitting a cold light.

Richelle Dunn stared back at him coldly, “Mr. Lewis, haven’t the experts from the Federation told you? For your current situation, if you undergo surgery hastily, your mortality rate would be over 95 percent?”

Roy Lewis had a playful look in his eyes, “That’s for ordinary doctors, but you’re a miracle doctor’s disciple!”

Richelle Dunn didn’t bother to show off her superior professional skills. She always let her actions speak for her, and as for this man, he had already judged her with prejudice in his heart.

“Mr. Lewis,” she raised the corner of her eyes slightly, her tone mocking and even somewhat flirtatious, “Are you afraid to go back to the bedroom because you think I’m going to take advantage of you?”

Roy Lewis had seen many women, and they were all charming and full of grace in front of him. However, Richelle Dunn was the first to be so aggressive and provocative.

“Take advantage of me? You’d have to be capable of doing so!”

He was curious to see what tricks she was going to play when she tricked him into going back to the bedroom.

There was a staircase connecting Roy Lewis’ study and the corresponding bedroom on the second floor. He “escorted” Richelle Dunn out of the study, and he himself went straight back to the bedroom via the stairs.

Richelle Dunn was taken to the side hall to prepare. Ten minutes later, she went upstairs carrying a medicine box, while Uncle Axel went to the kitchen to prepare tea and snacks.

Richelle Dunn had been worried about her eldest son all night. On the way to the Lewis residence, she had been thinking about how she was going to see her son again and at least apologize to him.

However, she had been at the Lewis for so long and hadn’t even seen a shadow of her son, which made her anxious.

Unexpectedly, just as she walked to the second floor, she saw a little figure standing at the door of the left bedroom. That little figure was none other than Mr. Lewis.

“Timmy?!”

Richelle Dunn was both shocked and delighted. Afraid of disturbing Roy Lewis in the main bedroom to her right, she tiptoed quickly over, took out a small box prepared earlier from her bag, and hurriedly stuffed it into his arms.

“This is for you…”

Fearing rejection from her son like yesterday, Richelle desperately stood up to leave.

Suddenly, her dress was grabbed. Richelle looked down and met her son’s eyes, three parts sorrowful and seven parts pitiful, and her heart crumbled into pieces. She half-squatted down, reaching out to embrace her son.

Young Mr. Lewis had slightly red eyes and a gloomy gaze. He bit his lip, stepped back two steps, and dodged her embrace.

Richelle’s eyes filled with mist, and she dropped her hands weakly, trembling as she offered a belated apology.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry for not being able to hold you and comfort you when you’re sad and upset.

I’m sorry for never cooking for you, not letting you eat your favorite snacks, not telling you bedtime stories, or accompanying you to play ball…

I’m sorry…

Timmy Lewis held the small box behind his back, his fingers tightly pinching the edge of the box. After a while, he finally spoke coldly.

“Is it because I’m not as cute as Timothy and Tifanny? So you don’t want me!”

The soul-wrenching questioning from her son made Richelle’s tears uncontrollably burst forth.

She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and weakly explained, “Baby, it’s not like that. Mommy loves you, but Mommy has no choice… ”

Timmy’s eyes reddened as he withdrew his hands. He glanced down, and finally stuffed the small box back into her hands, shivering as he spat out his harsh words.

“Since you don’t want me, I don’t want you either!”

After saying this, he turned around, opened the door, and disappeared inside, slamming the door shut with a “bang.”

Her son’s words pierced Richelle’s heart like a sharp blade, and she stood numbly outside the door, tears streaming silently down her cheeks.

After a while, she came to her senses, raised her hand, and rubbed her face forcefully, reminding herself to be strong and persistent.

When she returned to China, she thought finding her son would be the hardest thing. But now that the hardest part has been resolved, what else is there that she can’t overcome?

Richelle forced herself to regain her composure, put on her glasses, and knocked on Roy Lewis’ bedroom door.

The door clicked open, and Richelle walked in, first taking off her coat and placing it aside then rolling up her sleeves. She took a leather case from the medicine box, opened it, and inside was a set of fine silver needles.

Roy Lewis, who had been lying silently in bed, couldn’t help but question her upon seeing the silver needles.

“Dr. Dunn, please don’t tell me that with these few silver needles, you can cure my disease!”

Richelle, feeling somewhat down, didn’t really want to deal with him.

However, she didn’t dare to offend him too severely. If he sent her son away, she wouldn’t even have the chance to see him.

“These few silver needles alone cannot cure your illness, Mr. Lewis, but they can help clear your meridians, increasing the success rate of surgery.”

After patiently explaining, Richelle put the silver needles on the bedside table, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning sideways.

Next, she took out a white towel, spread it on her thigh, and patted it with her hand.

“Mr. Lewis, lie down here.”

Roy Lewis hesitated for a moment, raised his eyelids, and stared at her, grinding his teeth vigorously.

“Richelle Dunn, are you sure you’re here to treat me?”

And not to seduce me?