Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Roy Lewis’s condition at the hospital was getting better day by day, but outside, there were rumors spreading from an unknown source that he had already died.

Mr. Lewis’s health had declined significantly in the past two years, and he had less interaction with the outside world.

Since Richelle Dunn moved in with Roy along with Timothy and Tiffany, Mr. Lewis had spent at least twenty days a month at Roy’s house.

The remaining ten days or so were spent reluctantly going back to the old house to deal with his other unworthy descendants.

Otherwise, these no-good descendants would come to bother Roy at his house.

Mr. Lewis didn’t want those disgusting people to poison his three well-behaved and adorable great-grandchildren, so he made a deal with his other descendants that they could come home for a family meal or discuss matters only on specific fixed days each month.

That day was a Saturday, which was the day Mr. Lewis had to face his unworthy descendants at home.

He had not even gotten out of bed that morning, but he could already hear the noise downstairs.

Mr. Lewis thought that these unfilial descendants were becoming more and more disrespectful of him.

He called the butler through the phone on his bedside table, “If they have something to say, they should keep it to themselves. If they make a noise again, make them leave immediately!”

Within a minute, the noise downstairs stopped.

Mr. Lewis slowly got up, continuing his usual morning routine, finishing his ablutions, and doing some Tai Chi on the balcony while practicing his breathing exercises.

Feeling refreshed, he finally went downstairs at a leisurely pace.

Downstairs was bustling, with a living room full of people.

This surprised Mr. Lewis, and he wondered what big incident could have gathered all these unworthy descendants in one place.

However, he didn’t have to guess, as his second son Sebastian Lewis rushed over just as he appeared on the upper floor, quickly climbing up the stairs, coming to his side and supporting his arm, trying to help him down the stairs.

Mr. Lewis thought to himself, were they looking for help to clean up another mess they made again out there?

Mr. Lewis glanced at Sebastian, but he seemed to be in high spirits, not appearing to have caused any trouble— it was as if he had won a big prize.

Mr. Lewis was puzzled.

Just as he was about to ask, Sebastian spoke up first.

“Dad, is it true that Roy is dead?”

Mr. Lewis’s heart shook, his body swaying involuntarily, barely holding onto the railing, otherwise, he might have fallen down the stairs.

This unworthy son was indeed up to no good!

“Who said that?”

Mr. Lewis demanded sharply of Sebastian.

Only a few days ago, Mr. Lewis had learned of Roy’s injury.

By the time he found out, Roy had already recovered significantly, and looked quite energetic on the video call.

However, Roy had also mentioned to him that if any rumors spread about him from the outside world, there was no need to clarify them; just let them be.

Although Mr. Lewis didn’t know the specific purpose of doing this, he had always trusted Roy, so he agreed without asking too many questions.

He had been mentally prepared to deal with people inquiring from the outside, but he didn’t expect the first one who came forward to not only be not an outsider but also for them to spread this news by reporting the “death”.

Not stopping at reporting the “death”, they picked the exact moment he was going down the stairs to bring it up, sinister to the extreme.

Mr. Lewis’s heart felt ice cold.

He then heard Sebastian’s barely concealed excited voice saying.

“I heard it from someone else! Of course, I don’t believe it, but Roy hasn’t been seen at the company for nearly twenty days, and his phone is switched off. Even his doctor, nobody knows where he has gone recently.”

Mr. Lewis did not respond immediately, but went downstairs, holding the railing, and only when the butler came over to support him did he angrily shake off Sebastian’s hand.

“You know it’s hearsay, right? Those people aren’t even from the Lewis family. You, a member of the Lewis family, are on my side, talking about this unfounded news. What do you mean by that?”

Mr. Lewis’s tone was severe, making Sebastian shrink back.

However, after Mr. Lewis settled down, he leaned closer again.

“So, Dad, do you know where Roy is?”

Mr. Lewis angrily replied, “I don’t know!”

Sebastian then had a servant bring over a chair and sat down next to Mr. Lewis.

“Dad, with the news of Roy’s death spreading like wildfire outside, let’s assume he’s not dead…”

Mr. Lewis cut him off harshly, “What do you mean ‘assume’ he’s not dead? He’s not dead! He’s alive and well! It’s all of you with your nasty mouths, helping outsiders to put our own people down.”

Sebastian leaned in even closer, “Dad, you keep saying Roy isn’t dead, but you have to give us a more convincing reason!”

Mr. Lewis was furious, “As a family, aren’t we supposed to believe in each other unconditionally, no matter how much others doubt or talk about us?”

Despite already losing his faith in these unworthy descendants, Mr. Lewis hadn’t expected them to go this far.

Sebastian probably thought that Roy had truly died and the old man, who had been retired for over ten years, had lost Roy’s support. This old man seemed fierce on the outside but was actually weak and pathetic.. At this point, he couldn’t even lift a fist!