Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

On their way, Timothy didn’t stop talking.

“Daddy…”

“Daddy…”

Roy Lewis was a bit puzzled. Why was his precious son acting like he had taken a stimulant today? His little mouth was chattering nonstop without showing any sign of tiredness.

Moreover, the frequency of him calling “daddy” today was much higher than usual.

Nevertheless, this was the kind of son Roy liked.

Richelie Dunn contributed to his son becoming more lively and cheerful, and Timothy and Tifanny, those two little ones, also played a part.

While driving halfway, Timothy, who was still chatting away, caught a glimpse of a flower shop by the roadside. He hurriedly turned to pat Roy Lewis.

“Daddy, can we stop at that flower shop up ahead?”

Roy Lewis looked at his son’s bright eyes, and couldn’t bear to say no.

After they got out of the car, he asked his son.

“Do you want to buy flowers?”

Timothy looked up and nodded with a smile, “Yes, Grandpa Clarkson was sick a couple of days ago, right? I want to buy some flowers to celebrate his recovery!”

That was, of course, one reason.

The main reason was that Timothy felt that he should buy a gift when meeting Grandpa Clarkson for the first time.

He didn’t have much money on him, but buying a bouquet of flowers to cheer up Grandpa Clarkson should be enough!

Roy Lewis didn’t know about these little thoughts of his son. He only thought that his son had become more emotionally intelligent.

It seemed that Richelie’s salary needed to be increased a little.

Roy Lewis was calculating in his heart when Timothy had already chosen a large bouquet of flowers with the guidance of the shop assistant.

He looked up with his red, chubby face and blinked his big eyes, handing a big bouquet of flowers to the shop assistant.

“Miss, 1 want these. Please wrap them up for me, thank you!”

The shop assistant was charmed by Timothy’s cuteness and looked at the bouquet he handed over, asking with a smile.

“Little brother, do you want to wrap these as one bouquet or as several?”

Timothy originally wanted to give a bouquet of flowers to Grandpa Clarkson as a gift. He turned his head to look at Roy and asked the shop assistant.

“Miss, can you help me wrap these into two bouquets, one big and one small?”

Roy Lewis, who was standing behind him, didn’t pay attention to why he wanted one big and one small bouquet.

When the shop assistant wrapped the flowers and handed them over, he asked, “How much?”

The assistant quoted a price, and just as Roy was about to take out his phone to pay, Timothy had already pulled out a small wallet from his pocket.

“Daddy, this gift is for Grandpa Clarkson, and 1 have money. Let me pay!”

Roy looked at Timothy and then at the small wallet in his hand, suddenly realizing something was wrong.

“Baby, this outfit of yours…”

Timothy glanced down at his clothes and quickly understood.

“Does it look bad? Timothy and I both bought one! And this little wallet,

Timothy and Tifanny both have one!”

Roy Lewis laughed and rubbed his head vigorously.

“You guys are just like triplets!”

Timothy thought, “Daddy, you fool! We are triplets!”

He stuck his tongue out at Roy and made a funny face, “Do I look like Timothy now?”

Roy was stunned for a moment, then imagined Timothy wearing a mask and sticking his tongue out, and he had to admit, they did look somewhat alike.

“You do!”

Sooner or later, he was afraid he would have to hold a brotherhood ceremony for the children.

Timothy successfully fooled his father and felt very proud. He took out money from the small wallet, handed it to the shop assistant, and paid the bill.

After paying, he picked up the smaller bouquet, looked up, and gestured to Roy.

“Daddy!”

Roy bent down a little, “What’s up?”

Timothy offered the small bouquet of sunflowers to his face, “These flowers are for you, thank you for giving birth to me!”

Mommy had said, as long as someone has given you something, you should be grateful.

Roy was stunned for a moment; his nose felt a bit sour.

He squatted down, opened his arms, and hugged both his son and the two bouquets of sunflowers, large and small, to his chest.

“Thank you, my baby!”

Timothy reached out with his little chubby hand and gently touched his father’s face, thinking to himself, his brother was right: Daddy’s face felt different compared to mommy’s!

Roy was deeply moved as he held his son and the two bouquets of sunflowers, one large, one small, and returned to the car.

As for the old man, since the day of arguing with Roy, he had been sulking and ignoring Roy.

Normally, Roy would call the estate every day to check on him. But during these days, Grandpa Clarkson wouldn’t answer the phone.

Unable to take it any longer, he could only use his great-grandson as an excuse.

All afternoon, his mind was preoccupied, glancing at the wall clock even while playing chess.

The butler, who had been by his side for decades, could easily read the old man’s thoughts.

Seeing that it was almost five o’clock, he took the phone and called Roy.

Grandpa Clarkson perked up his ears but only heard the butler’s side of the conversation.

“Working overtime?”

“Running late?”

“Alright then, young master and young Timothy, be careful on the road.”

As soon as he hung up the phone, Grandpa Clarkson couldn’t wait any longer.

“What time are they coming?”

The butler said they would arrive at six-thirty.

At ten past six, Grandpa Clarkson walked out of the house and had the butler bring out a sun lounger, adjusted it, and lay on it. He would know right away if any car entered through the front door.

At six-thirty, the black car Roy usually drove slowly entered. Grandpa Clarkson wanted to get up and go back to the house, hoping to restore some dignity.

Unexpectedly, the car approached, the window was rolled down, and inside emerged Timothy’s little head, shouting at him, “Grandpa Clarkson!”

Hearing this clear cry, Grandpa Clarkson’s quest for saving face instantly became unimportant.

He slowly walked down the steps and waved at his great-grandson, growing closer and closer, “Timmy, you finally came back to see Grandpa Clarkson!”

The car stopped, and Timothy, holding a large bouquet of sunflowers, ran up to the old man with his small legs, and presented him with the flowers.

“Grandpa Clarkson, We’re here to see you!”

Grandpa Clarkson’s old heart was warmed by Timothy’s sweet, endearing voice. Grasping the bouquet, he showed off to the butler behind him.

“Oh my, even this old man has flowers to receive!”

Timothy let Grandpa Clarkson hold his hand and blinked, examining him intently.

His brother had told him that daddy would sometimes scold him, but Grandpa Clarkson wouldn’t.

No matter what he wanted, as long as it was from Grandpa Clarkson, and as long as Grandpa Clarkson had it, he would get it.

“Of course, Grandpa Clarkson is a great contributor to the Lewis family. Receiving a bouquet of flowers is nothing.”

Grandpa Clarkson couldn’t close his smiling mouth, and when he saw Roy coming, he forgot about his grudge with him and said with a laugh.

“Roy, what has Timmy been eating lately? His mouth has become so sweet!”