Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit - Chapter 66:
Chapter 66: Chapter 62: The Lewis Family, They All Wish I’d Die Sooner!
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When Roy Lewis woke up, the sky outside the window was dyed a crimson hue by the setting sun.
It resembled the colors of the falling cherry blossoms in his dream.
Roy propped himself up and sat down on the bed, withdrawing his gaze from the window. He touched his head to find the painful drilling sensation he had felt before sleep had disappeared. His current state of mind was as peaceful and soothing as a babbling brook.
He got out of bed, washed up briefly, and then pushed open the door to the ICU ward next door.
Elizabeth Lewis, sitting by the hospital bed, turned her head when she heard the door open. Seeing it was him, she got up and walked towards him.
“Roy, you’re awake?”
“Aunt Elizabeth!”, Roy greeted her and looked at Mr. Lewis on the hospital bed, “How’s grandpa doing now?”
Elizabeth supported his shoulder for him to sit down, “Mr. Chapman told us not to worry, grandpa’s vital signs have basically returned to normal. We just have to wait for him to wake up.”
Roy made a sound of acknowledgement.
Elizabeth pulled up a stool and sat down beside him, lowering her voice, “Roy, just now some of the Thompsons came over to apologize for Charles…”
Roy shot her a cold glance, “Aunt Elizabeth, this is your father, and you are siding with outsiders to persuade me?”
Elizabeth coughed twice, “Roy, I’m not helping outsiders. It’s just that recently, there have been a lot of idle gossip within the family. 1 don’t need to tell you what they’re saying, you can probably guess.”
Roy’s face turned cold. He couldn’t believe that Richelie Dunn, a stranger, knew that he couldn’t be provoked at this time, and tried every means to calm him down.
But now, his closest family members were trying to stab him in the heart at such a time.
“Aunt Elizabeth, I never cared about that gossip. What I care about is how the people who were supposed to support me seemingly want me dead!”
Roy never wanted to think badly of people, but some people could have chosen to live honorably, yet they chose to act like animals.
For instance, this aunt of his. In the past, there were many times when she would support him.
But somehow, she changed; she, like his other aunts and uncles, became greedy and would stop at nothing for the sake of money and power.
At the edge of Roy’s hearing, there seemed to be the faint sound of a shrill electric drill roaring again.
Elizabeth was furious but didn’t dare to say anything. She laughed awkwardly, “Roy, I really have your best interests at heart. How can you say that about me?”
Roy closed his eyes slightly, inhaling deeply, trying to recall those warm and brilliant smiles beneath the cherry blossoms in his dream.
“Just leave, I’ll watch over grandpa. None of you need to pretend to care and cause a commotion.”
If these people didn’t visit, it would be fine. But once they did, they either wanted to anger grandpa to death or anger him!
Although Elizabeth was snubbed, she was still tactful. Seeing that Roy’s expression was not good, she held her tongue and resentfully got up to leave. Just before leaving, she suddenly remembered something and asked.
“Jericho is back. Last time you said you would…”
“Let’s see…”
Roy kept his eyes closed and gave her a vague answer.
Elizabeth stared at the back of his head, then turned around and left, slamming the door on her way out.
After Roy went to sleep in the other room, Richelle gave Mr. Lewis an acupuncture treatment. She and several other experts stayed in the ward for a while to make sure the old man was fine before leaving the room.
Mr. Chapman mentioned that Roy was resting next door, so Richelle gently opened the door, walked to his bed, and saw that he was sleeping peacefully, with steady and even breathing. She felt a little relieved.
She reached out to lay his hand flat, took his pulse, and made sure he was fine before finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Roy Lewis was probably one of the most composed people she had ever met in her life.
But today, she could clearly feel his anger, even as he tried his best to restrain it. The more he tried to control it, the more dangerous it became.
Fortunately, he was an open-minded person. With her reminder, he quickly adjusted his emotions, pulling himself back from the brink of collapse.
What an amazing man!
It would be really difficult for anyone to do this simply by their own willpower.
But somehow, he managed to calm his frazzled nerves to a safe level with just an hour of rest.
“Mr. Lewis, sweet dreams!”
With admiration, Richelle softly spoke, tucked him in, and then turned to leave.
Back at home, as she was changing her shoes in the foyer, young master Timmy and Timothy and Tifanny hurried over after hearing her arrival. Timmy anxiously looked at her.
“Is Grandpa Clarkson alright?”
When they left, Roy Lewis and Richelle had not mentioned that it was Mr. Lewis who had the accident. Timmy must have heard it from someone in the Lewis family.
“He’s fine, Timmy. Don’t worry.”
Richelle stretched out her hand and gently rubbed each child’s head.
She could see the worry in their eyes, even though Timothy and Tifanny didn’t say a word.
It wasn’t surprising; even though they had never met him, the old man lying in the hospital, with his eyes closed, was their Grandpa Clarkson as well.
Without him, these kids wouldn’t exist!
The children visibly relaxed, and then peered behind her.
Richelle added, “Daddy is with Grandpa Clarkson in the hospital, so don’t worry.”
Timmy frowned and nodded. Timothy hugged his brother’s shoulder and continued to comfort him in a babyish voice.
“Big brother, it’s alright, mommy’s medical skills are amazing!”
Given that Timmy had been raised in the palm of Mr. Lewis’s hand, his emotional bond was more than a simple blood relationship that Timothy and Tifanny shared. So it was normal for him to worry more and have a harder time coping.
“Alright, let’s all cook dinner together tonight, shall we?”
To lift the children’s spirits, Richelle decided to give them something to do.
So, she led the three kids into the kitchen. Timmy was assigned to peel potatoes, Timothy to remove corn kernels, and Tifanny to peel garlic.
The three children carried small stools to the kitchen door, sat side by side, and chatted as they worked.
Inside the kitchen, Richelle heard Tifanny say, “Big brother, did you know that my brother and 1 were both bald when we were little?”
Timmy seemed skeptical, “You’re lying to me. I had a lot of hair when I was little…”
Timothy cheerfully chimed in, “Big brother, my sister’s not lying, we really were bald! When we went out, do you know what people called us?”
Timmy curiously asked, “What did they call you? Little Baldies?”
Tifanny and Timothy burst out laughing together, “No! My brother was called Eggy No. 1 and I was called Eggy No. 2!”
Timmy snorted, feeling that his brother and sister were just teasing him.
“You guys stop fooling me. You both look exactly the same. I’m your big brother and 1 can only tell you two apart by your hair. How would they know who’s Eggy No. 1 and who’s Eggy No.. 2?”
