Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelle Dunn was indifferent and went about her business as usual.

Roy Lewis, on the other hand, scowled and told Nathan to find a way to deal with the issue.

Richelle tried to reason with him on the side.

“How can you control what’s said in a social group like this?”

Roy didn’t care about the details.

“Isn’t it easy? Ban the account or shut down the group.”

Richelle truly thought it wasn’t necessary to be so serious and persuaded him a few more times.

Roy was noncommittal, and Richelle got busy, quickly forgetting about the issue.

Later, after finishing a pile of tasks, she remembered the incident and asked Nathan.

“Regarding those things being spread in the group chats…”

Before she could finish her question, Nathan replied.

“Accounts causing problems were banned, and problematic groups were shut down. It’s already taken care of.”

Richelle didn’t approve of Roy’s aggressive approach.

“Is it worth it… Those rumors will die down after a few days, and Roy used to ignore such remarks, didn’t he?”

Nathan revealed the answer to her doubts with a simple explanation.

“Because it was about you! Even a little bit of criticism about you is unbearable for Roy!”

There was nothing Richelle could say after Nathan put it like that.

“Fine, handle it as [he wishes].” Roy will go on like this.”

“What about Mrs. Lewis? How is she now?”

Nathan reported honestly to her.

“She caused disturbances and was fined, warned, and detained by the police for fifteen days.”

Richelle thought for a moment, “When was Alexander Lewis’s funeral originally scheduled?”

Nathan didn’t know why she asked, but he couldn’t conceal the truth.

“This Sunday…”

Richelle nodded and thought for a while before asking Nathan.

“Can the police let her complete the funeral before being detained?”

From the victim’s perspective, Richelle thought both Alexander Lewis and Mrs. Lewis deserved their punishments.

However, as a mother herself, she couldn’t help but feel it was too cruel if Mrs. Lewis couldn’t even attend her son’s funeral.

Nathan looked at her in surprise.

“Dr. Dunn, I can’t make that decision.”

Richelle nodded to show understanding.

“Alright, I’ll talk to Roy.”

After listening to Richelle’s idea, Roy remained silent for a moment.

Richelle continued.

“I won’t excuse or forgive the things they did as a family!”

“But no matter what a child has done, it doesn’t change the fact that they’re the parents. So let her send off her son for the last time.”

Richelle didn’t have an ounce of pity for Mrs. Lewis.

Her decision was purely out of empathy as a mother.

And out of morality.

Roy finally nodded.

“Fine, I’ll have Nathan handle it.”

The news of Mrs. Lewis causing trouble at Lewis Group only reached Grandpa Clarkson two or three days later.

The old man was so angry he couldn’t eat dinner and asked Roy to urge him.

As Grandpa Clarkson approached his ninety-first birthday, he had recently suffered consecutive shocks.

Additionally, the weather was turning colder in the mountains.

At his age and with his health, slight negligence could lead to serious consequences.

The old housekeeper called Roy’s home phone, and the call was answered by neither Roy nor Richelle, but by Timmy.

“Mr. Timmy, call your dad or mom to the phone.”

After hearing the housekeeper’s words, Timmy didn’t call his parents but asked.

“Housekeeper, is something wrong with Grandpa Clarkson?”

With the adults not around, both Timmy and Timothy behaved maturely like adults capable of solving problems.

Although his voice was still childlike, the old housekeeper naturally revealed the truth.

“Old Master spent half a day repenting before Bodhisattva because of Mrs. Lewis’s disturbance at Lewis Group. He hasn’t eaten for two meals now.”

Timmy’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Housekeeper, give the phone to Grandpa Clarkson.”

The old housekeeper obediently brought the phone to the hall and placed it by Grandpa Clarkson’s ear, whispering.

“Old Master, it’s Mr. Timmy.”

Grandpa Clarkson originally intended to refuse the call, but upon hearing it was Timmy, he eagerly took the phone and bowed three times to Bodhisattva.

Then he started talking, “Timmy, are you and your siblings alright?”

The old housekeeper hurriedly signaled bodyguards to help the old man sit down on a bench outside.

“Grandpa Clarkson, my siblings and I are fine, but you’re being naughty!”

Timmy wasn’t as gentle and coaxing as Tifanny; his tone held some anger.

“Oh dear, how did I upset my little master again?”

Grandpa Clarkson’s heart instantly softened when it came to his great-grandchildren, letting go of his worries about Alexander Lewis and Mrs. Lewis.

“You promised to watch us graduate, and you’re lying to us!”

Grandpa Clarkson became anxious, “Darling, I wasn’t lying to you! Not only graduation, but I also want to attend your competitions!”

Timmy snorted, “Grandpa Clarkson, if you don’t eat, how will you have the strength to attend our graduation ceremony?”