Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

In the faint, elusive scent, Roy Lewis fell into a dream once again.

In the dream, he was like a parched traveler in a desert, thirstily seeking something.

The dream was still shrouded in darkness, but it didn’t interfere with the lingering enchantment, making him intoxicated, as he was unwilling to wake up from the dream countless times before.

The dream still stretched forward, and suddenly, a subtle light slipped in from nowhere.

This light exactly fell on the face of the person in his arms. The charming, bright features and her beautiful apricot eyes masked in mist made Roy Lewis cry out in his dream.

“Richelle Dunn?”

Roy Lewis was awakened by his cry, abruptly sitting up and looking around. Just like yesterday, there was no one else in the bedroom but him.

He raised his hand to wipe his face and took a deep breath.

This dream had been haunting him for years, but the person in the dream had never shown her face.

Even after Kiara Dunn found him with their son, Kiara’s face had never appeared in his dreams.

He had always believed that the real Kiara Dunn was very different from the person in his dream.

Perhaps the drug that night had beautified the dream and also beautified the person in the dream.

However, how could the face of the person in the dream suddenly change to Richelle Dunn?

Could she have mastered some kind of sorcery to implant illusions into other people’s dreams?

Thinking of this, Roy Lewis couldn’t help but laugh!

Sorcery was impossible, and as for the face in the dream, perhaps it was because he had been in contact with Richelle Dunn too frequently recently.

In any case, this woman Richelle Dunn had given him a sense of eeriness since the first time they met. It was not surprising at all that she would have an impact on his dreams.

Richelle Dunn, who was slandered by Roy Lewis, had just finished giving him acupuncture and had planned to check on her elder son but received a call from Mr. Chapman saying that Roy Lewis’s third aunt, Diana Thompson, had awakened.

She rushed to the hospital, changed her clothes and entered the ICU.

With her were Mr. Chapman and another director who had participated in the surgery yesterday.

Richelle walked to the bed and looked at Diana Thompson, whose head was bandaged to only show a pair of eyes.

“Did she say anything when she woke up?”

As she asked, she leaned down to check Diana Thompson’s condition.

“She only spoke a few simple words, probably calling for her son or husband. Her body is still very weak, and her various indicators are fluctuating around the critical danger line.”

Richelle nodded, looked at the monitor on the side, took note of the data, and then lowered her head and gently touched Diana Thompson’s head to check if the bleeding was severe.

Unknowingly Diana Thompson felt the pain caused by her touch, her tightly closed eyes opened slightly.

Her gaze met Richelle’s directly.

Then, her eyes suddenly widened, filled with horror.

As Dr. Richelle Dunn tried to reassure her, she suddenly swung her hand and slapped it on Richelle’s face, while screaming shrilly and loudly!

“Ghost… Ghost! There’s a ghost!”

Richelle was startled, and Diana’s swing just hit her swollen cheek. Richelle hissed and covered her face, retreating to one side.

Mr. Chapman and the director who came with her quickly stepped in and held down the madly struggling Diana Thompson. Soon, other medical staff came in and injected a sedative into the yelling Diana Thompson, who kept shouting “Ghost! Ghost!” When she calmed down, Richelle and the others left the ICU.

Mr. Chapman felt disappointed, “Looking at her various indicators, her recovery exceeded our expectations, but unfortunately…” He pointed to his head and sighed, “Her brain may have suffered irreversible damage, causing her nerves to go haywire.”

Richelle and the other director shared similar views with Mr. Chapman. The three of them returned to the office, where someone was called to help Richelle treat her wound, and then began to discuss the follow-up treatment plan for Diana Thompson.

When the conversation was almost over, Mr. Chapman asked about the progress of Roy Lewis’s treatment.

“Today is only the second day, but based on his pulse condition and Uncle Axel’s feedback, there has been some improvement. However, it is not realistic for such a busy person to recuperate, so I think reaching a 60% treatment effect would be very good.”

Richelle always analyzed the condition with various factors in mind, hence her judgments were often accurate.

Mr. Chapman wiped the sweat from his forehead, “Only 60%… Then Mr. President’s death warrant…”

You see, not only Richelle had received the death warrant, but also Mr. Chapman.

Therefore, he was praying for Richelle to cure Roy Lewis’s disease as soon as possible. Otherwise, his life would be over!

Richelle, on the other hand, was much more optimistic than him, “There’s no need to be pessimistic, Mr. Chapman. I only found out through pulse diagnosis that his constitution and organ functions are much better than we imagined, which is inseparable from his strong will and long-term exercise. So, even though the expected therapeutic effect will be reduced, his physical condition should allow me to conduct two to four phases of preliminary acupuncture treatment first. At that time, the success rate of the surgery will increase somewhat.”

After listening to her analysis, Mr. Chapman breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m counting on Dr. Dunn for this, I can’t afford to screw this up with my elderly parents and young children!”

Richelle Dunn chatted with Mr. Chapman for a while longer, then, seeing that it was getting late, she excused herself to go to the housekeeping company to find a nanny.

She was in luck; the housekeeping company had several good nannies available because their previous employers had moved away and had just returned to the housekeeping company to be reassigned to new employers.

Richelle chose Mrs. Walker, the oldest of the nannies, and they quickly reached an agreement. Mrs. Walker was not living in Kindur, so she asked Richelle to drive her to the housekeeping company’s dormitory to pick up her luggage before heading to Richelle’s home.

Mrs. Walker was fifty years old, cheerful, and articulate. According to her previous employers, she was very patient and attentive with children, and occasionally helped with tutoring elementary school students.

Of course, Richelle’s two intelligent children didn’t need Mrs. Walker to tutor them. What they needed was someone with patience to accompany them.

Richelle’s current residence was a rented house with three bedrooms and two living rooms; there was enough space for her family of three and Mrs. Walker.

“Babies, come and see who mommy brought home!”

As soon as Richelle and Mrs. Walker entered the house, Richelle called out to the children.

The two little ones hurried out and looked disappointed when they saw Mrs. Walker. Apparently, they thought their big brother had come to visit.

However, they quickly composed themselves and flashed sweet smiles at Mrs. Walker.

“Hello, aunty!”

Mrs. Walker had already been briefed about the two little ones by Richelle on the way, so she immediately fell in love with the cute, well-behaved children in front of her.

“Oh, hello, little darlings!”

With that, she took out two large nougat candies and handed them to Timothy and Tiffany.

Both children thanked her, and then Tiffany craned her neck to look at Mrs. Walker’s hands.

Mrs. Walker was puzzled. “What are you looking at, Tiffany?”

Tiffany smiled shyly, “Aunty, you don’t know we have a big brother too!”

Clearly, she meant that there was still a gift missing for their big brother!

Mrs. Walker looked at Richelle, uncertain whether to trust the information provided by her employer or the adorable little girl.

Richelle explained with a smile, “I apologize for not mentioning their big brother; he doesn’t live with us, so I didn’t bring it up.”

Mrs. Walker breathed a sigh of relief and turned to pat Tiffany’s head. “I’m sorry, Tiffany. I didn’t know you had a big brother. I’ll make up for his gift tomorrow. Is that all right?”

Tiffany nodded happily, “That’s fine! Thank you, Aunty, on behalf of my big brother. We’ll prepare a return gift for you too.”

From an early age, Richelle had taught her children that gifts were a way to express affection.

So, Tiffany believed that her big brother deserved a share of the affection as well.

Mrs. Walker couldn’t resist and hugged Tiffany, “My, our little princess is simply adorable.”

In comparison, Timothy, always practical and thoughtful, took Mrs. Walker’s suitcase and rolled it into the living room. Then, he went to the kitchen, poured a hot cup of tea, and brought it to Mrs. Walker, who was exploring the house.

“Aunty, please drink some tea.”

Mrs. Walker thanked him with a smile.

“Thank you, Timothy. You’re such a considerate little boy.”

Seeing that her children had accepted Mrs. Walker warmly and that she, in turn, was very fond of them, Richelle’s mind was put at ease.

“Timothy, Tiffany, mommy will be busy with work and away from home often. From now on, Mrs. Walker will be at home with you. Be good and listen to her, alright?”

Timothy and Tiffany stood at attention. “We know, mommy. Don’t worry and go make money. We’ll watch the house for you.”

After working for the better part of the day, Richelle was tired, so she showed Mrs. Walker to the guest room, settled some sundries, and instructed the children to listen to Mrs. Walker before heading back to her bedroom to shower and lie down.

However, although she was incredibly tired, she couldn’t fall asleep at all.

The look of horror on Diana Thompson’s face when she saw Richelle, yelling “Ghost! Ghost!” played over and over in her mind…

A ghost?

Who was the ghost in Diana Thompson’s eyes?