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nChapter 112: Chapter 108: You guys are like triplets!

nTranslator: 549690339

nOn their way, Timothy didn’t stop talking.

n“Daddy…”

n“Daddy…”

nRoy Lewis was a bit puzzled. Why was his precious son acting like he had taken a stimulant today? His little mouth was chattering nonstop without showing any sign of tiredness.

nMoreover, the frequency of him calling “daddy” today was much higher than usual.

nNevertheless, this was the kind of son Roy liked.

nRichelie Dunn contributed to his son becoming more lively and cheerful, and Timothy and Tifanny, those two little ones, also played a part.

nWhile driving halfway, Timothy, who was still chatting away, caught a glimpse of a flower shop by the roadside. He hurriedly turned to pat Roy Lewis.

n“Daddy, can we stop at that flower shop up ahead?”

nRoy Lewis looked at his son’s bright eyes, and couldn’t bear to say no.

nAfter they got out of the car, he asked his son.

n“Do you want to buy flowers?”

nTimothy looked up and nodded with a smile, “Yes, Grandpa Clarkson was sick a couple of days ago, right? I want to buy some flowers to celebrate his recovery!”

nThat was, of course, one reason.

nThe main reason was that Timothy felt that he should buy a gift when meeting Grandpa Clarkson for the first time.

nHe didn’t have much money on him, but buying a bouquet of flowers to cheer up Grandpa Clarkson should be enough!

nRoy Lewis didn’t know about these little thoughts of his son. He only thought that his son had become more emotionally intelligent.

nIt seemed that Richelie’s salary needed to be increased a little.

nRoy Lewis was calculating in his heart when Timothy had already chosen a large bouquet of flowers with the guidance of the shop assistant.

nHe looked up with his red, chubby face and blinked his big eyes, handing a big bouquet of flowers to the shop assistant.

n“Miss, 1 want these. Please wrap them up for me, thank you!”

nThe shop assistant was charmed by Timothy’s cuteness and looked at the bouquet he handed over, asking with a smile.

n“Little brother, do you want to wrap these as one bouquet or as several?”

nTimothy originally wanted to give a bouquet of flowers to Grandpa Clarkson as a gift. He turned his head to look at Roy and asked the shop assistant.

n“Miss, can you help me wrap these into two bouquets, one big and one small?”

nRoy Lewis, who was standing behind him, didn’t pay attention to why he wanted one big and one small bouquet.

nWhen the shop assistant wrapped the flowers and handed them over, he asked, “How much?”

nThe assistant quoted a price, and just as Roy was about to take out his phone to pay, Timothy had already pulled out a small wallet from his pocket.

n“Daddy, this gift is for Grandpa Clarkson, and 1 have money. Let me pay!”

nRoy looked at Timothy and then at the small wallet in his hand, suddenly realizing something was wrong.

n“Baby, this outfit of yours…”

nTimothy glanced down at his clothes and quickly understood.

n“Does it look bad? Timothy and I both bought one! And this little wallet,

nTimothy and Tifanny both have one!”

nRoy Lewis laughed and rubbed his head vigorously.

n“You guys are just like triplets!”

nTimothy thought, “Daddy, you fool! We are triplets!”

nHe stuck his tongue out at Roy and made a funny face, “Do I look like Timothy now?”

nRoy was stunned for a moment, then imagined Timothy wearing a mask and sticking his tongue out, and he had to admit, they did look somewhat alike.

n“You do!”

nSooner or later, he was afraid he would have to hold a brotherhood ceremony for the children.

nTimothy successfully fooled his father and felt very proud. He took out money from the small wallet, handed it to the shop assistant, and paid the bill.

nAfter paying, he picked up the smaller bouquet, looked up, and gestured to Roy.

n“Daddy!”

nRoy bent down a little, “What’s up?”

nTimothy offered the small bouquet of sunflowers to his face, “These flowers are for you, thank you for giving birth to me!”

nMommy had said, as long as someone has given you something, you should be grateful.

nRoy was stunned for a moment; his nose felt a bit sour.

nHe squatted down, opened his arms, and hugged both his son and the two bouquets of sunflowers, large and small, to his chest.

n“Thank you, my baby!”

nTimothy reached out with his little chubby hand and gently touched his father’s face, thinking to himself, his brother was right: Daddy’s face felt different compared to mommy’s!

nRoy was deeply moved as he held his son and the two bouquets of sunflowers, one large, one small, and returned to the car.

nAs for the old man, since the day of arguing with Roy, he had been sulking and ignoring Roy.

nNormally, Roy would call the estate every day to check on him. But during these days, Grandpa Clarkson wouldn’t answer the phone.

nUnable to take it any longer, he could only use his great-grandson as an excuse.

nAll afternoon, his mind was preoccupied, glancing at the wall clock even while playing chess.

nThe butler, who had been by his side for decades, could easily read the old man’s thoughts.

nSeeing that it was almost five o’clock, he took the phone and called Roy.

nGrandpa Clarkson perked up his ears but only heard the butler’s side of the conversation.

n“Working overtime?”

n“Running late?”

n“Alright then, young master and young Timothy, be careful on the road.”

nAs soon as he hung up the phone, Grandpa Clarkson couldn’t wait any longer.

n“What time are they coming?”

nThe butler said they would arrive at six-thirty.

nAt ten past six, Grandpa Clarkson walked out of the house and had the butler bring out a sun lounger, adjusted it, and lay on it. He would know right away if any car entered through the front door.

nAt six-thirty, the black car Roy usually drove slowly entered. Grandpa Clarkson wanted to get up and go back to the house, hoping to restore some dignity.

nUnexpectedly, the car approached, the window was rolled down, and inside emerged Timothy’s little head, shouting at him, “Grandpa Clarkson!”

nHearing this clear cry, Grandpa Clarkson’s quest for saving face instantly became unimportant.

nHe slowly walked down the steps and waved at his great-grandson, growing closer and closer, “Timmy, you finally came back to see Grandpa Clarkson!”

nThe car stopped, and Timothy, holding a large bouquet of sunflowers, ran up to the old man with his small legs, and presented him with the flowers.

n“Grandpa Clarkson, We’re here to see you!”

nGrandpa Clarkson’s old heart was warmed by Timothy’s sweet, endearing voice. Grasping the bouquet, he showed off to the butler behind him.

n“Oh my, even this old man has flowers to receive!”

nTimothy let Grandpa Clarkson hold his hand and blinked, examining him intently.

nHis brother had told him that daddy would sometimes scold him, but Grandpa Clarkson wouldn’t.

nNo matter what he wanted, as long as it was from Grandpa Clarkson, and as long as Grandpa Clarkson had it, he would get it.

n“Of course, Grandpa Clarkson is a great contributor to the Lewis family. Receiving a bouquet of flowers is nothing.”

nGrandpa Clarkson couldn’t close his smiling mouth, and when he saw Roy coming, he forgot about his grudge with him and said with a laugh.

n“Roy, what has Timmy been eating lately? His mouth has become so sweet!”

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