Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

In the morning, Richelle Dunn returned to the rest room to freshen up, and then came back, put on sterile clothes, and entered the ICU ward.

Roy Lewis’s bloodstains on his face and body had been cleaned up, and he had changed into clean patient clothes.

His head was wrapped in a bandage, his face was pale, and his features were slightly swollen.

Seeing him in this state, Richelle’s eyes turned red at once.

She blinked hard, took his hand with her gloved hand, brought it to her mouth and gently kissed it.

“Roy Lewis, I know you’re tired, but no matter how tired you are, it’s time to wake up by noon. The children and I are all waiting for you!”

Roy Lewis was actually quite fortunate, as the car was solid, and he was sitting in the back seat with his seat belt fastened at the time.

So, the injuries he suffered were to his legs and his brain, and his internal organs were not damaged.

However, his most severe injury was to his head, and partly due to his existing medical condition, this made his injuries particularly critical.

Fortunately, the crime scene was only a few minutes’ drive from the Military General Hospital, so Roy Lewis was sent to the hospital in time, and the emergency treatment was in place promptly.

Thus, after the operation, he was basically out of the danger zone.

However, what worried Richelle was not his safety, but another issue.

Richelle stayed in ICU for a few minutes, watching the numbers on the monitor stay stable, and all the values were at the standard level, much better than when the surgery was just completed.

When she left, she kissed him on the lips.

Whispering, “Roy Lewis, I love you!”

After leaving ICU, Richelle greeted the dean who had also stayed at the hospital all night, sleeping on the office sofa, and then went back to her room to lie down.

Although she had a lot on her mind, she fell asleep quite quickly after lying down.

However, she did not sleep soundly.

Not knowing how long she slept, Richelle heard someone knocking on the door outside.

“Dr. Dunn, Mr. Lewis is awake!”

Richelle hurriedly got up, as she was already dressed, she just brushed her hair with one hand and ran out with the other.

The dean also accompanied her, both putting on sterile clothes and entering the ICU.

Roy Lewis was lying in bed, his eyes open but full of confusion. Hearing footsteps, he instinctively turned his head.

“Richelle?”

Richelle’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly walked over, reaching out to grab his hand that was aimlessly groping in the air.

“I’m here!”

Roy Lewis blinked, and with some difficulty, he moved his head in Richelle’s direction.

Then, it seemed like he was looking at Richelle, but in reality, he wasn’t. He smiled and said,

“I knew it, you must have been the one to perform the surgery.”

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, but his pronunciation was clear, showing that his mind was clear.

Richelle felt both joy and worry in her heart.

Although she was 80 percent sure, she still stretched her other hand in front of Roy Lewis’s eyes and waved her hand.

As a result, Roy Lewis remained unresponsive with his eyes open.

Richelle took a deep breath and spoke to him.

“Roy, due to the severity of your head injury, there may be some blood clots pressing on the optic nerve, causing temporary blindness.”

Richelle spoke softly, and Roy Lewis listened attentively with unblinking eyes.

“Hmm…”

He calmly acknowledged, not saying anything else.

Richelle had to carefully ask him, “Roy, can you not see right now?”

Roy Lewis trembled slightly, after a moment, he gently nodded his head.

“Hmm…”

Richelle felt heartbroken, but she couldn’t show any signs of it in front of him.

Even though, he couldn’t see her right now.

“Don’t worry. You should be able to recover in a few days,”

Roy Lewis smiled at her and said, “Hmm, I believe in you.”

Richelle bent down and kissed his face, then let go of him and, as the attending doctor, with the dean, performed some simple examinations on him, asked him a few routine questions, and then concluded that he could be transferred to a private ward in a few hours.

Roy Lewis had lost a lot of blood yesterday, and the surgery had also consumed a lot of his energy and spirit.

After speaking with Richelle for a few moments, he couldn’t hold on any longer, and his eyes slowly closed, falling asleep again.

Richelle touched his face and left the room with the dean.

She found a quiet corner and called Nathan Caroule.

Once connected, sure enough, Nathan told her that he and Denise Munni were both at her house, helping look after the three kids.

“Dr. Dunn, Timmy and Timothy are getting suspicious. I’m afraid Denise and I can’t keep it from them.”

Richelle had already considered this possibility, after all, the three children at home were naturally smart and keen in observation, and it was difficult to keep anything from them if they wanted to know.

“Okay, I’ll call them soon.”

Richelle told Nathan the current situation of Roy Lewis and then asked,

“Do the elder Mr. Lewis and Uncle Axel know?”

Nathan shook his head, “No, they don’t. I didn’t dare to tell them.”

Richelle nodded, “Let’s keep it from them for a while, so they don’t worry.”

When people get older, their ability to handle stress may actually be less than that of children.

And what they couldn’t bear to see most was their children and grandchildren suffering.