Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit - Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Chapter 109:1 don’t want a stepmother, and I don’t want a younger brother.

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Roy Lewis had thought that he would have to endure a few more sarcastic remarks from the old man before his mood improved upon his return.

However, his son’s small bouquet of flowers managed to defuse a potentially bad situation.

The old man, holding the bouquet from his great-grandson, had a grin that nearly reached his ears.

Holding the little boy’s hand, he walked into the room with strides even more powerful than usual.

The butler quietly gave Timothy a thumbs-up, then whispered to Roy Lewis.

“It seems that Young Master’s new teacher has been quite effective in guiding him.”

Hearing Richelle Dunn’s name, a smile appeared in Roy’s eyes.

“Yes, thanks to her, Timmy is finally starting to act like a child.”

Perhaps, without Richelle’s presence, his son would have followed in his footsteps – studying, studying, and studying some more. Then, after growing up to a certain extent, he would take over the Lewis Group and the Lewis family, becoming a workaholic just like him.

But now, he could vaguely see more possibilities in his son.

Take today, for example. After waking up, he went to the playroom and saw Richelle teaching medical knowledge to his son. Though he didn’t understand any of it, Timmy listened with great interest.

At that moment, he leaned against the door and couldn’t help but think about how different his life would have been if he had had a teacher like Richelle when he was young, guiding his interests and talents. Maybe he would be doing something he actually enjoyed now.

Of course, he wasn’t dissatisfied with his current life.

However, for him, this kind of life seemed predetermined from birth, like a pre-programmed computer operating in a fixed and unchanging pattern.

There was a lack of passion, no ups and downs, and certainly no surprises.

In that instant, he suddenly didn’t want Timmy to follow the same fixed pattern as him. He didn’t want Timmy to become another him.

The old man was so pleased with his great-grandson’s company that he focused almost entirely on him during the meal, paying no attention to Roy.

Roy was happy to be let off the hook, eating his meal and listening to his son effortlessly entertain the old man.

He was also secretly surprised – was the little guy really in such a good mood today?

However, the inevitable still came. As they reached the dessert course, the old man found an opportunity to speak to Roy.

“Next week is Mr. Mitchell’s birthday. You and Timmy will represent me and pay a visit.”

Roy Lewis, who had a good memory, said, “Grandpa, wasn’t Mr. Mitchell’s granddaughter in the photo that day?”

Anyone else would have let this go, but Roy didn’t want to pretend not to understand, in case the girl felt embarrassed later.

The old man’s face stiffened, “What, does the fact that they have a beautiful granddaughter bother you when it comes to celebrating their birthday?”

They were all smart people, and the old man didn’t try to hide his intentions.

“What century are you living in, wanting to arrange a meeting like this? We’re just having a look, nobody’s saying you have to take responsibility right away. Why are you so stubborn?”

The old man knew his grandson couldn’t be forced, so he thought it would be fine to meet first. Who knows, maybe they would actually hit it off.

Timothy, who had silently drunk half a bowl of sweet soup, couldn’t help but speak up on his father’s behalf when he heard this.

“Grandpa Clarkson, that’s not how it works. Other people only need to consider the happiness of two people when arranging a meeting, but my father has me! His meeting is about the happiness of three people, so we shouldn’t be casual about it!”

Grandpa Clarkson pinched his little face, “My little ancestor, why do you always have to get involved in everything? Don’t worry, that young lady likes you very much!”

Timothy pursed his lips, looking somewhat disdainful.

“Grandpa Clarkson, how can you be so easily deceived?”

Grandpa Clarkson snorted, “You little rascal, are you asking for a spanking after making your great-grandpa happy today?”

Timothy put down his spoon and leaned on the table, looking at the old man.

“Grandpa Clarkson, what do you think of my dad?”

The old man glanced at his grandson disdainfully, “Just so-so, passable!”

Of course, he only said that, but in his heart, he thought of his grandson as a rare and perfect superhero.

Timothy began to praise his dad while making a little finger gesture, “My dad is handsome, successful in his career, and very responsible. Most importantly, he’s very pure and self-disciplined. Which granddaughter wouldn’t want a dad like mine?”

As the little guy spoke, his face drooped, and he continued with a bitter expression.

“But these other granddaughters just want my dad, leaving me to become a poor, unloved little cabbage… So sad!”

Grandpa Clarkson patted his little shoulder, “How is that possible? My great-grandson is so cute, smart, and talented. Moreover, they said they don’t mind and even like you!”

Already acting, Timothy sneakily glanced at his dad and then fiercely sniffed a few times.

“Grandpa Clarkson, why are you so adorable? If they said they cared, would you let them meet my dad? Many kids in my kindergarten have fathers who got divorced and married aunts. They’re so pitiful; they can’t eat well or stay warm, and they get hit…”

The more Timothy spoke, the more pitiful he became, to the point where it seemed like the words “little poor kid” were written on his forehead.

Grandpa Clarkson hadn’t thought that far and couldn’t help but show hesitation on his face.

“No way, 1 just want to find a wife for your dad and a new mom for you. That way, you both would have someone caring and considerate around you daily, providing warmth and comfort.”

Timothy hung his head for a while before lifting it, his bright eyes seemingly filled with tears.

“Grandpa Clarkson, aren’t Grandpa Axel and Mrs. Collins caring and attentive? Why do you have to find a wife for my dad…”

Timothy’s eyes were filled with curiosity and questions.

Grandpa Clarkson was stumped. How could he explain to a four-year-old boy that the affection and warmth of a wife were different from that of a housekeeper or nanny?

Off to the side, Roy Lewis watched his grandfather being schooled by his son, amused in his heart but maintaining a calm expression. He pretended to be deaf and mute, eating his sweet soup one spoonful at a time.

“Cough cough,” Grandpa Clarkson awkwardly coughed twice, “Little ancestor, the warmth from Grandpa Axel and Mrs. Collins isn’t the same…”

Timothy’s eyes spun around a few times before understanding, “Oh, I get it. Dad needs a wife to give me a little brother, that kind of warmth…”

“Pfft!”

Roy Lewis couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of sweet soup!

“Hey, little ancestor…”, fearing that his great-grandson would say something even more shocking, Grandpa Clarkson quickly interrupted him, “I didn’t mean it like that…”

Timothy silently stared at Grandpa Clarkson, and as he stared, tears started rolling down from his beautiful eyes.

This really frightened Grandpa Clarkson.

“Oh dear, my little ancestor, why are you crying?”

Timothy let the teardrops fall like beads, sobbing to his great-grandfather.

“I don’t want a stepmother, 1 don’t want a little brother…”

Timothy’s cry was genuine this time.

And his words were indeed sincere.

His dad, who already had an older brother, him, and Tifanny, why did he need to find other women to have sons with?!

He and his siblings’ dad couldn’t be the father to other children!

As Timothy cried, he glanced at his dad.. Humph, if his dad dared to marry another woman, then he and his brother would spend all of his money, turning him into a pauper!