Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Roy Lewis had sharp eyes; as she walked out, he went over to help her.

Richelle was still wearing her mask, her eyes filled with a trace of heaviness and sadness.

“Roy, I’m sorry…I tried my best…”

Roy’s heart felt as if it had been stabbed viciously by a sharp instrument, causing great pain.

But he deliberately ignored it, gently patting Richelle on the shoulder as he embraced her.

“Richelle, you don’t have to blame yourself. You’ve already done your best. My uncle won’t blame you either.”

Richelle nodded, “I know, but I can’t help but think that if I had tried to save my uncle at the first opportunity, he would have woken up tomorrow…but now, I don’t know how long he’ll be in the ICU…”

Roy heard her final words and suddenly pushed her away.

“Are you saying that my uncle is…saved?”

Richelle looked at him curiously, “Yes, he is saved, but we are not sure when he will wake up…”

Richelle had encountered similar patients like Kennedy Green before.

But for each of the previous cases, the surgery had gone smoothly, and the patients had woken up on the second day after the operation.

However, Kennedy’s best chance for rescue had obviously been missed, so while he had been saved and was no longer in immediate danger, his consciousness’s recovery was uncertain, if it would even happen at all.

Upon understanding Richelle’s words, Roy fell silent for a moment before opening his arms and hugging her tightly again.

“Richelle, thank you!”

For Roy, his only remaining blood-related elders were the old man and Kennedy Green.

Richelle gently patted his back and sighed softly.

“You don’t have to be too pessimistic. My master has dealt with several cases of patients who have missed their treatment opportunities like my uncle. In all cases, they have regained consciousness within the first year, provided that after the surgery, the patients receive meticulous care. Additionally, the patients’ will to survive must be very strong.”

Upon hearing Richelle’s words, hope reignited in Roy’s heart.

“Don’t worry about that. With my aunt, taking care of my uncle won’t be a problem. As for my uncle’s will to survive, that goes without saying.”

The two spent some time in the hallway before Kennedy Green was transported from the critical care room to the ICU.

For the next two days, Roy and Richelle stayed in Leutonia.

When Kennedy’s condition eventually stabilized, they escorted him back to the Federation.

Maggie Mitchell was informed of the truth shortly after the surgery, and she quickly handed over control of Green Group to her and Kennedy’s eldest son, Herbert Green.

With everything settled, Richelle and Roy accompanied the comatose Kennedy as they disembarked the airplane, greeted by a casually dressed and gentle-looking Maggie, who had shed her strong and cold business persona.

Richelle almost thought they had encountered the wrong person until Maggie hurried over to the stretcher, her tearful eyes staring at the unconscious Kennedy.

Knowing that Maggie needed time alone with her husband, Richelle and Roy said their comforting words before leaving the hospital room together.

Richelle and Roy took separate cars from the military hospital.

Richelle took a car that would bring her home.

Roy, on the other hand, rode in a car that would take him to the Presidential Palace.

It had been three days since Kennedy’s injury and subsequent coma.

At that time, a usual press conference was being held at the Presidential Palace, with the Federation government spokesperson and reporters from various countries who had been urgently summoned to the scene.

Roy arrived at the press conference five minutes before it began.

Roy, now in a black suit, took a seat in the middle of the ministers.

The journalists, with their keen senses, noticed his seating choice and began to murmur.

After all, the central seat was reserved for the leader, the President.

The spokesperson took the stage, beginning with some standard polite remarks.

Then, the meeting quickly got to the point.

“I believe that many of our friends in the media who are concerned about international affairs are aware that three days ago, Leutonia carried out a major crackdown on a multinational criminal group, with the operation being a resounding success. The front-line commander of the crackdown is none other than our President Kennedy Green!”

“Unfortunately, President Green was seriously injured during the operation and is currently recovering in the hospital. In the short term, he is unlikely to handle the heavy and crucial responsibilities of the Federation government. As a result, the six leaders agreed unanimously to urgently activate the standby President plan, and for the time being, our interim President will replace President Green in carrying out presidential duties.”

“This fully-elected interim President is none other than the mastermind and chief commander of the crackdown operation, Mr. Roy Lewis!”

The eyes of the reporters in the audience suddenly turned towards Roy.