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nChapter 28

nChapter 28 – Chapter 25: His Son is the Light of His Life

nRoy Lewis had never been so afraid.

nHis father had died in an accident when he was just over two years old, and although he was more intelligent than other children, he still couldn’t fully comprehend the pain of this loss at the time.

nWhen his mother, who had been tormented by illness for years, passed away in his teens, he was sad, but also felt relieved for her.

nBut just now, he watched as glass shattered “bang” above his delicate and innocent son’s head, like a bullet shot into his heart. All the light in front of him was extinguished in that moment.

nHe ran towards his son with all his strength, stretching out his hand at the last moment. As his fingertips touched his son’s tender skin, the world in front of him suddenly brightened. He scooped his son up, opened his arms to hold him, and leaned down with his head bowed, protecting him in the most primal way, tightly wrapping his son in his embrace.

nIt was at this moment that he realized.

nThis precious son was his hope, the light of his life.

nThe pain on his face burned, but he paid it no mind, instead angrily pointing at Kiara Dunn and cursing, “I really want to kill you!”

nHe seldom regretted anything in his life.

nHowever, as he held his son and ran to the exit, he genuinely regretted a few things now.

nHe regretted not taking seriously his son’s many protests that he didn’t want to see Kiara Dunn and her daughter, thinking it was just a child’s tantrum;

nHe regretted calling Kiara Dunn and inviting her out to dinner, thinking that just having a meal together could fill the void of love for his son;

nHe regretted being so careless as to leave his son alone with Kiara Dunn just so casually.

nHe should have realized long ago that what Kiara Dunn truly cared about was not his son. In her heart, the son was just a tool she used to approach him.

nWhat she wanted was not his son, but him and the power he possessed.

n“Daddy…”

nMr. Timmy, who had been tightly held by his father while running out of the dining area, struggled to breathe due to the tight embrace, squirming in his arms.

nHearing the mellow voice of his son, Roy Lewis finally felt some relief from the heavy rock that weighed down his heart.

nHe let out a slight sigh, bowed down and fiercely kissed the flushed face that had emerged from his embrace.

n“Baby, are you okay?”

nMr. Timmy struggled a bit more, lifted his head, looked at his father’s blood-stained face, and exclaimed with horror and a bit of crying in his voice, “Daddy, your face…”

nRoy Lewis had never felt the close connection of father and son more acutely than at this moment. Seeing the look on his son’s face, about to cry, his heart felt as if it was being tightly strangled, unable to breathe.

n“Don’t worry, baby, it’s just a surface wound. It’ll be alright after treatment at the hospital!”

nThe cuts on his face were a minor issue; Kiara Dunn deserved to die for making his precious son so sad and so frightened!

nSince childhood, his little guy had been particularly stubborn and strong, rarely shedding a tear.

nBut at this moment, his little guy simply blinked, and tears streamed out of his beautiful eyes.

n“Daddy, I’m sorry…”

nUpon hearing his son cry, even the fearless Roy Lewis was overcome with shock.

n“Baby, this isn’t your fault!”

nMr. Timmy nestled in his arms, heartbroken and regretful.

nIf he had not verbally provoked Kiara Dunn in the moment and angered her, his father would not have been injured.

n“I’m sorry…”

nThe small child clung tightly to his father’s clothes, sobbing and apologizing non-stop.

nRoy Lewis’s heart was shattered, and the pain from the cuts on his face caused by the broken glass was nothing compared to the pain in his chest.

nThere was a parking lot right outside the restaurant. The driver, who had been waiting in the car, was shocked when he saw his boss emerge with a bloody face, holding his little master.

nSnapping back to his senses, the driver quickly got out and ran toward them.

n“Master Lewis…”

n“Drive, to Central Hospital.”

nFortunately, Central Hospital was just a few minutes away from the restaurant. On the way, Roy Lewis called Mr. Chapman, explained the situation briefly, and specifically asked him to find a child psychologist as soon as possible.

nAll the while, Mr. Timmy clung tightly to his father, unwilling to leave his embrace.

nThe car quickly entered the hospital’s emergency access lane. Mr. Chapman hurriedly approached them, and upon seeing Roy Lewis’ face and body covered in blood, his voice trembled in shock.

n“Mr. Lewis, what happened to you…”

n“It’s just superficial wounds, no big deal. Take Timmy to see a specialist first.”

nRecalling the scene earlier, even someone as experienced as him felt terrified, let alone his young son.

nMoreover, he still didn’t know what harsh words Kiara Dunn had said before it all happened.

nOn the way there, he tried asking his son, but the little one merely shook his head, lips tightly sealed.

nThis made him even more worried.

nPhysical wounds were easy to heal; but emotional wounds were something nobody could guarantee would ever fully heal.

nSeeing his face, Mr. Chapman looked worried, “Mr. Lewis, even if these are just superficial wounds, if left untreated, they can easily become infected. And with your current condition…”

nAs Mr. Chapman spoke, he suddenly remembered that the boss was still holding Mr. Timmy, so he quickly swallowed the rest of his words.

nMr. Timmy had heard everything and reached out to touch Roy Lewis’s chin.

n“Daddy, let the doctor take care of your wounds first; I’m fine…”

nMr. Timmy’s heart was both fragile and strong, but one thing could be certain: Kiara Dunn’s previous actions did not cause any real harm to him.

nAfter all, to Mr. Timmy, she had become an irrelevant clown, prancing about.

n“Mr. Lewis, you wouldn’t want Mr. Timmy to worry either, would you?”

nRoy Lewis hesitated for a moment before making a slight concession.

n“Have the doctor and the specialist come together…”

nSo Mr. Chapman brought the father and son into his office. A few doctors and nurses cleaned Roy Lewis’s wounds while a child psychologist started talking to Mr. Timmy.

nLuckily, Roy Lewis’s face might have looked horrifying, but after cleaning the wounds, they found that aside from a few pieces of glass shards being removed, most of the bloody injuries on his face were actually shallow cuts caused by the broken glass.

nAs he watched, Mr. Chapman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

n“What kind of person is that, with such a violent temper?”

nOver the phone, Roy Lewis hadn’t mentioned who she was, so Mr. Chapman assumed it was someone they encountered at the restaurant.

n“A madwoman!” Roy Lewis replied.

nMr. Chapman was left speechless but didn’t inquire further.

nMeanwhile, Mr. Timmy was distractedly answering the specialist’s questions, his eyes fixed on his father’s face.

nIt wasn’t until he heard the doctor applying disinfectant saying, “There aren’t many glass shards, just clean and dress the wounds and you’ll be fine in a few days,” that the little guy finally let out a long sigh of relief.

nThe specialist smiled and asked him, “Are you very worried about your daddy?”

nIt was then that Mr. Timmy finally turned his gaze towards the specialist and nodded, “Mhm…”

n“Are you scared?”

nMr. Timmy nodded again, “Yes!”

nHis long eyelashes trembled, and as he lowered his red-rimmed eyes, he murmured softly.

n“Others have mommy, but I, only have daddy…”

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