Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu’s Passionate Pursuit-Chapter 43 - 40: Timmy treats the two of them like his own younger brother and sister

Chapter 43: Chapter 40: Timmy treats the two of them like his own younger brother and sister

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Richelie tried hard not to laugh, her lips slightly curling up, “Of course not, Auntie is going to work to make money to support you guys!”

Little Master seemed not to care and turned around to leave.

When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at her.

“I have money, I can support my siblings!”

The implication was that Richelie didn’t have to work so hard.

Richelie felt the awkward love from her eldest son, and her heart ached, and her eyes were a little hot.

“Okay, thank you Timmy!”

Richelie accompanied the three children to finish their syrup and egg tarts, set up the study materials in the living room, and prepared for class.

Mrs. Walker tidied up the kitchen and came out to ask Richelie.

“Richelie, do we need to prepare dinner for Mr. Lewis tonight?”

Three children sitting on the stools all perked their ears up to look at Richelle.

Richelle shook her head, “No need.”

This place isn’t his home; who is he to demand daily meals?

The children’s faces showed a touch of disappointment, obviously, even though they were still angry at Roy Lewis, deep down, they still wanted to see him and spend more time with him.

Little Master felt the same way; in his heart, he wanted Mommy and Daddy to be together, so that he could study and play with his siblings every day, sleep together, and play games together…

But he knew deep down that even though Mommy and his siblings treated him as a part of the family, his real home was with Daddy.

Fearing being grouped together with Daddy by his siblings, Little Master hurriedly said, “Mrs. Walker, I want to stay for dinner!”

Richelle patted his head, “Timmy is family, and there’s no need for special permission for dinner!”

Only then did Little Master relax, and Timothy reassured him, “Yeah, big brother, you’re eating our rice, you don’t have to be polite!”

Timothy’s words amused both the adults and the children.

Tifanny laughed and corrected him, “Brother, it’s our food, not rice!”

Timothy pulled on her pigtail, his face full of affection, “Silly sister!”

Little Master touched the little girl’s head, “Sister isn’t silly, sister is very adorable!”

So the little girl stuck her tongue out at Timothy, widens her eyes with her fingers, and made a big ghost face, “Look, look, big brother said Tifanny isn’t silly!”

Richelle saw the three children playing happily together without any barriers and smiled with relief.

Halfway through the class, during the break, Richelle suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to explain some things to Roy Lewis after giving him acupuncture in the morning because she was preoccupied with other things.

She let the three children play freely, went back to the bedroom, and called Uncle Axel.

“Uncle Axel, Mr. Lewis needs to start taking another Chinese medicine today. I’ll send the prescription to the dean later, and you contact him about the time to pick up the medicine.”

“Will he still take the medicine before bedtime?”

The voice was deep and magnetic, Roy Lewis’s unmistakeable.

Richelle was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized that Uncle Axel must have been nearby, so they were using the speakerphone.

“Yes, I took your pulse after you were asleep this morning. Your physical condition has improved, so the medicine needs to be adjusted.”

“Mm!”

Richelle finished what she needed to say and prepared to hang up, “If there’s nothing else…”

“Is Timmy okay?”

Roy Lewis didn’t seem to want to let her hang up.

“He’s doing well; today we had a math lesson, and his learning ability and comprehension are as strong as Timothy and Tifanny’s. Mr. Lewis, please don’t worry.”

“Mm!”

“By the way, Timmy wants to have dinner here and then go back tonight. Is that okay?”

Richelle didn’t know how Roy Lewis and his son had agreed, but since her son had expressed his desire to stay for dinner, she had to do her best to fight for it.

There was silence on Roy Lewis’s end for a while, and at last, he said, “Fine, around eight o’clock, my driver will pick him up.”

Richelle Dunn sighed silently.

At the Lewis residence, Roy Lewis, sitting at his desk, returned the phone to Uncle Axel. As Uncle Axel took the phone, Roy asked,

“Uncle Axel, is Timmy not very happy at home all this time?”

Uncle Axel hesitated for a moment, looking at his master’s serious expression, unsure what answer his master wanted to hear.

Seeing Uncle Axel’s hesitation, Roy asked again, “Is this question difficult to answer?”

Uncle Axel hurriedly shook his head, “No, Master Lewis, the young master’s emotions have always been hard to read; he is not a typical child…”

Roy was, of course, aware of this.

“I know, he is more intelligent and precocious than other children.”

Uncle Axel chose his words carefully, “Yes, smart children tend to have unique personalities…”

He didn’t dare say that his young master was peculiar or awkward, so he used the neutral word “unique” instead.

Roy pondered with a thoughtful expression, shaking his head, “Not necessarily.”

“Huh?”

Uncle Axel couldn’t quite understand what he meant.

Roy explained, “Richelle Dunn’s two children are as intelligent and precocious as Timmy, but their personalities are lively and cheerful…”

Uncle Axel looked at Roy incredulously. From his understanding of his master, he knew that Roy was extremely protective of his children.

The time the master and young master spent together was not much, but he had always taken pride in his son.

“Master, you used to complain about the noise and disruption from the children of the second and third masters, saying that Timmy’s calm and reserved nature was a sign of greatness in the making.”

Upon Uncle Axel’s mention of his second and third brothers’ mischievous grandchildren, Roy’s eyebrows couldn’t help but furrow.

“It’s different!”

Richelle’s children, although talkative and a bit restless, were not annoying. They had a good sense of propriety and were full of childlike innocence while still being polite and sensible.

“Timmy has a hard time connecting with others, but with Richelle Dunn’s children, he considers himself their big brother and genuinely sees them as his little siblings.”

Roy’s eyebrows relaxed when he mentioned Timothy and Tifanny.

At first, Roy was puzzled by Timmy’s immediate bond with Timothy and Tiffany, but after sharing a meal with them and receiving the thoughtful gifts they gave him when they left, he realized the incredible power of the two children to accept and influence others with their warmth and vitality, like the morning sun.

Even an old hand like himself, with years of hard knocks and suspicion, was warmed by their presence, let alone Timmy, who was only a little over four years old.

And none of this was present in Timmy.

For the first time, as a father, Roy thought that other people’s children were not bad at all. Perhaps it would be nice if his son could also be like them.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Axel made a mental comparison.

“It seems that the young master has been talking more these days.”

Roy had thought that Richelle’s refusal to move into the flat was ungrateful.

But now, he seemed to vaguely understand the reason behind her refusal.

For children, material wealth is far less important than spiritual wellbeing.

“Uncle Axel, what do four or five-year-olds like?”

Recalling the aloof attitude of the two children towards him yesterday, Roy still felt uncomfortable.

Uncle Axel was once again stumped by his question, “Master, are you thinking of buying a gift for the young master?”

Roy considered himself a cold and unemotional person. At his age, not many people or things could truly leave a mark on his heart.

But even now, he could still remember the disappointment and sadness on Timothy’s and Tiffany’s faces yesterday.

Although he still couldn’t figure out the reason for their despondency, he didn’t want to see them like that.

He only hoped that, like the first time he met them, he could hear them call him “uncle” with their sweet and glutinous voices, see them present him with small treasures that adults would overlook but were valuable in their eyes, using their chubby little hands.

As if he was an incredibly important person to them!