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nChapter 25

nChapter 25 – Chapter 22 She’s not my mom, she’s a devil!

nMoreover, she was an atheist, which strongly conflicted with her own beliefs.

nAnyway, she didn’t say anything.

nDr. Devin had already talked with Mr. Chapman before Richelle Dunn arrived and had just checked on Diana Thompson. “The specific judgment still depends on the patient’s reaction after waking up,” he said.

nWhile the three were together in the ICU, the emergency room called the hospital director, saying there were more than a dozen accident victims to be treated. They hurriedly left the ICU.

nRichelle worried that the hospital might be short-staffed due to the numerous critically injured patients, so she accompanied Mr. Chapman to the emergency room. Fortunately, the injuries of the victims were generally not severe. Seeing that there was nothing she needed to do, Richelle bid farewell to the hospital director and left.

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nJust like the previous two days, Roy Lewis had a good sleep, though it was short in duration, the quality was high.

nWhen he woke up, he felt something pressing on him. Opening his eyes, he saw his precious son.

nThe little fellow was obviously tired from reading his book and fell asleep in his arms.

nHowever, even when asleep, the little guy wasn’t still. He put his whole right leg on Roy and his bare foot stuck onto Roy’s belly under the clothes.

nRoy had been a father for over four years, but this was the first time they slept in the same bed.

nRoy had sleeping difficulties and therefore always resisted having someone sleep in the same room as him, let alone in the same bed.

nNevertheless, right now, he thoroughly enjoyed bending his arm and cuddling his son closer to his chest, lowering his eyes, and watching his son’s beautiful features quiver slightly with each breath.

nLife is truly miraculous. When Kiara brought the little guy, he was just a tiny kitten. Now, the boy’s height had reached his waist.

nPreviously a child who only knew how to eat, sleep, poop, and fuss, he now dares to challenge his father, not only protesting and fasting but also actively leaning on him!

nRaising a child is quite wonderful!

nFor the first time in more than four years, Roy expressed such emotion.

nHe always thought his son didn’t like to be close to people. What he felt for his child was more of a blood-related bond and responsibility. As his son, he was obligated to provide a home and protection for him.

nBut these past two days, he saw his son acting like other children, soft and clingy.

nWith a son like this, he wanted to embrace him warmly, nurture him and protect his growth.

nFatherly love filled Roy’s mind. With one arm around his son, the other reached for his phone on the bedside table and he dialed Kiara’s number.

nAt which point is your flight?”

nKiara’s excited voice came from the other side, “Roy, are you going to send me to the airport?”

nHe checked the time, “If it’s not too late, let’s have lunch together.”

nAll for his son, he was willing to create some illusions with Kiara.

nKiara gave out a squeal of surprise on the other side of the phone. Roy frowned, and without even getting the chance to talk about the time and place for the lunch, he couldn’t help but hang up the phone.

nThen, he sent Kiara the restaurant address and time using WhatsApp.

nKiara sent him a happy emoji, followed by several more messages. But Roy was too lazy to check; he threw his phone to the side of the pillow. As a result, it kept beeping. Annoyed, he grabbed his phone and blocked Kiara.

nHe just wanted to show his son a peaceful relationship between his parents. In private, though, he had no intention of further developing his relationship with Kiara.

nAfter blocking Kiara, the bedroom was quiet again. There were nearly two hours left until lunchtime.

nLogically, he had just had a good sleep and, in good spirits, he should get up and hurry to his study to deal with the mountain of work.

nBut all he wanted at that moment was to hold his son in his arms, embrace his thin shoulders, stroke his skinny back, and enjoy this rare father-son moment of warmth and closeness.

nThe little master slept like a kitten in his arms, deeply enough that Roy didn’t want to disturb him. So he held him with one arm while using his phone with the other, slowly typing out few instructions for his assistant.

n“Mommy…” the little one mumbled in his sleep.

nRoy was initially annoyed by Kiara’s clinginess but hearing his son’s sleepy call, he couldn’t help but stroke his face, thinking that as long as it could make his son a little happier, enduring Kiara just a little would be worth it.

nThe young master slept until almost eleven. Propping himself up on the bed, he groggily got up and sat down, rubbing his eyes with his small hands. Seeing Roy, he mumbled, “Daddy…”

nHis voice was soft and warm, with a lazy tone as he had just woken up.

nFor some unknown reason, Roy bent down and kissed his son’s forehead.

nAwake? Get up, wash up, change clothes, and we’ll go out for lunch.”

nLittle master hadn’t fully woken up yet. “Oh,” he muttered, slid off the bed, and walked groggily toward Roy Lewis’ bathroom.

nThe layout of the father and son’s bedrooms was the same, but Roy Lewis’ bathroom didn’t have little master’s toiletries. So the little master stood in the bathroom, feeling somewhat lost.

n“Daddy, where’s my stool?”

nLittle master was still too short and needed a stool to reach the faucet.

nRoy Lewis didn’t answer him but got out of bed, strode toward the bathroom, and scooped up his son.

nHe carried him out, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.

n“Silly boy, this is Daddy’s room.”

nLittle master poked his head out of Roy Lewis’ arms, his messy curls tousled on the top of his head. He pouted, his flushed cheeks dimpling as he looked around. “How did I end up sleeping on Daddy’s bed?” he inquired sheepishly.

nFor the first time, Roy Lewis discovered that his son went through this adorable, groggy phase after waking up.

nHe smiled, smoothing little master’s tangles out. “You wanted Daddy to read you a book, but when I woke up, you were fast asleep like a little pig.”

nRoy Lewis teased his son cheerfully.

nLittle master looked away embarrassedly when Roy Lewis mentioned how he’d fallen asleep. “It was Daddy who fell asleep first…it’s not my fault…”

nRoy Lewis couldn’t tease him any further. He patted his son’s cheek. “Mmhmm, it was Daddy’s fault. Next time, I promise I won’t sleep, and I’ll read to Timmy.”

nRoy Lewis coaxed his son as he carried him to his bedroom. Little master obediently stayed in his father’s arms until they reached his bathroom, where he struggled to get down.

n“Thank you, Daddy!”

nRoy Lewis patted his head again. “Remember to dress warmly later. It’s cold outside.”

nLittle master nodded, climbed on the stool, and skillfully took his toothbrush and applied toothpaste.

nHalf an hour later, Roy Lewis took little master to a children’s themed buffet restaurant not far from home.

nLittle master looked around curiously, spotting the childish murals on the hallway walls. He scoffed.

n“Childish!”

nRoy Lewis dismissed his son’s comment as insincere and stopped in front of the children’s play area near the dining section.

n“Timmy, go play for a bit!”

nLittle Timmy Lewis looked up at his father defiantly. “I don’t want to!”

nHe hadn’t enjoyed these kinds of play areas ever since he was little.

nBut Roy Lewis was enthusiastic, pointing to the happily playing children inside and encouraging his son. “Look at how much fun they’re having!”

nLittle master turned his head away and snorted.

n“No, thank you! It’s boring! They look like a bunch of fools!”

nRoy Lewis figured these just weren’t his son’s cup of tea. “There’s also a pottery area. Do you want to try that?”

nStill, little master was equally resolute. “No!”

nIn the short time between leaving the house and arriving at the restaurant, little master had transformed from a soft, cute, and bewildered child back into Roy Lewis’ familiar young, cool, and uninterested boy.

nRoy Lewis was confused. “But you had fun with Timothy and Tifanny, didn’t you?”

nLittle master gave him a sidelong glance. “Exactly! It’s my brother and sister who are fun, not the pottery!”

nThat’s when it clicked for Roy Lewis. His son had displayed the pottery and Ultraman by his bedside solely because they were gifts from Timothy and Tifanny.

n“Alright, if you don’t like it, then we won’t play. Let’s go eat.”

nLittle master hummed in agreement, allowing his father to lead him into the dining area.

nJust as the pair stepped over the green vine-covered arch, Richelle Dunn, who was dressed to the nines, stood up and waved to them from the other side of the walkway. “Timmy, sweetheart, Mommy’s here!”

nUpon hearing her voice, little master’s face instantly turned cold. He ignored Kiara, who walked toward them with a sultry gait, and forcefully shook off Roy Lewis’ hand, turning to leave.

nRoy Lewis urgently grabbed his son’s arm and looked down at him.

n“Timmy, didn’t you want to see Mommy? She and Grandma will be flying back to Lordon tonight, but she can still spend the afternoon with you.”

nLittle master glared at him, his voice rising in protest. “She’s not my mommy! She’s a devil! I don’t want her around!”

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