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nChapter 29

nChapter 29 – Chapter 26: You’ve Got No Brains At All!

nThe little young master’s light and low sentence made everyone present emotional.

nEven more so for Roy Lewis!

nFrom carrying his son out of the sofa in the restaurant on the way to the hospital, Roy Lewis had been cursing Kiara Dunn in his heart.

nHe scolded her for not being a proper mother and using their son as a tool.

nBut upon hearing his precious son’s short sentence, he realized that he deserved to be scolded more than Kiara.

nWhen their son was less than a month old, Kiara sent him back.

nSo their son had been with him for more than four years already.

nHowever, besides the time he spent eating with his son at home, he probably spent less than 24 hours per month actually with his son.

nHe was very busy, which was one of the reasons he always allowed himself to neglect his son.

nThe second reason was that he thought his son was well taken care of by professionals like Uncle Axel and Mrs. Collins; he, as a man, couldn’t really help much.

nEver since Kiara sent their son back, he had always considered himself a good father.

nAlthough his parenting style was strict, he never beat or scolded his son, and his son always had the best of everything.

nBut it wasn’t until this moment that he truly reflected on it.

nHe was not a good father at all.

nHe thought that as long as he provided his son with a rich life and had people around to accompany and care for him, his son could grow up healthily and happily.

nBut the reality was that his son, who lived in a billion-dollar mansion, dressed in luxury clothes, and had personal servants, was not happy at all in the eyes of others.

nAnd all this while, he thought his son was cold and quiet by nature, and not fond of getting close to people. It wasn’t until he saw his son playing with Richelle Dunn’s two ordinary-looking children, who had innocent and delightful smiles, in that little shabby room that he realized the truth.

nHis son wasn’t cold by nature; he simply didn’t have anyone to play and have fun with.

nAnd as his father, he had a habit of pushing everything about his son onto others.

nHe figured that he might be the absent father in the so-called widowed parenting, who was there physically but emotionally absent throughout his son’s growth.

nFor example, just now, when he saw his son trembling in his arms, his first thought was to let the experts help his son as much as possible.

nBut he ignored the fact that his son did not need experts; what he needed was his father’s embrace.

n“Baby, come here!”

nRoy Lewis’s face had already been cleaned of blood, and the nurse applied a thin layer of disinfectant. Although his face was covered with red scratches, his handsomeness remained unaffected.

nThe little young master, sitting on the other end of the sofa, looked up at his father’s call, his eyes red and his long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

nRoy Lewis opened his arms to him, his tone gentler than ever before.

n“Come, daddy’s hug!”

nThe little young master’s eyes reddened even more; he blinked hard, as if to confirm that the man in front of him was indeed his father.

nRoy Lewis remained motionless, smiling warmly at him. The little young master wiped the corner of his eye and finally threw himself into his father’s arms.

n“Daddy… you have to be okay…”

nThe little guy clung to Roy Lewis’s chest, rubbing his little face against him.

nRoy Lewis gently patted his back, “Mmm, daddy will be alright. I’ll be there as you grow up, watch you marry the girl you love, and help you take care of your adorable grandchild…”

nThe little guy suddenly giggled, his face emerging from Roy Lewis’s arms, tearfully laughing, “Daddy, I’m still a baby…”

nRoy Lewis’s heavy heart finally lightened a bit.

nClearly, his son’s happiness and joy simply needed his father’s embrace and a comforting word to be fulfilled.

nHow had he not realized until now?

n…

nIt wasn’t until the next day when Richelle Dunn visited the Lewis household that she learned Roy Lewis and his son had experienced a minor accident, from Uncle Axel.

nShe rushed into the living room with a pale face. Even though Roy Lewis’s face was covered in wounds, she acted as if she didn’t see them and ran straight to Timmy, who was standing beside him. She squatted down, took hold of the boy’s thin shoulders with anxiety, and asked.

n“Timmy, are you alright?”

nLittle Timmy looked into her eyes for a moment before shaking his head, “I’m fine!”. Then he pointed to Roy Lewis’s face, “But my daddy’s face is hurt.”

nRichelle lifted her eyelids and quickly glanced at Roy Lewis’s face. From a professional’s perspective, they were all superficial injuries that would heal in a few days.

n“Oh…,” she casually looked away and asked Timmy again.

n“Do you feel pain anywhere else on your hands, feet, or body?”

nChildren and adults have different perceptions of pain.

nLittle Timmy shook his head again, “No.”

nRoy Lewis thought Richelle was overly worried about his son, but then again, as a mother herself, she couldn’t bear to see children suffer. Besides, she was his personal doctor, so being concerned about his son’s injuries was normal.

nHowever, since she was his personal doctor, shouldn’t she care more about his very real facial injuries?

nAs Roy Lewis observed Richelle and was about to ask, he heard little Timmy asking her.

n“Where’s today’s breakfast?”

nAs soon as Richelle entered, she heard Uncle Axel say that the father and son had been injured yesterday, so she hurriedly placed the medicine box and food container on the shoe cabinet, and rushed in.

n“It’s in the foyer. I’ll go get it.”

nRichelle stood up and ran out, returning quickly with the medicine box and food container.

nBased on the size of the food container, Roy Lewis knew that she had only brought breakfast for his son today.

nTsk, how stingy!

nAs little Timmy was called to wash his hands by Uncle Axel, Roy Lewis asked Dr. Dunn, who was sitting across from him on the couch, looking at something on her phone.

n“Dr. Dunn, will these injuries affect my condition?”

nThis Richelle Dunn, as his personal doctor, was so careless. As his employer, he was hurt, yet she didn’t even bother to check on him voluntarily.

nThat’s why young people are no good!

nWhat’s the use of being highly skilled in medicine?

nNot only do they lack a sense of responsibility, but they also lack compassion!

nRichelle glanced up at him indifferently, “Mr. Lewis, your facial injuries are all superficial wounds and won’t affect your brain. But your question just now makes me doubt whether, besides your skin trauma, your brain might have been caught in a door?”

nRichelle seemed to be scrolling through her phone, but in reality, she was fuming at Roy Lewis.

nDespite her belief that her eldest son was living a carefree and happy life with Roy Lewis, yesterday’s conversation revealed that there were a group of malicious elders in the old Lewis house who would viciously attack her precious son verbally whenever they had the chance.

nThe child was so young and had such a fragile soul, yet those demons had no qualms about tormenting him. Meanwhile, Roy Lewis, as his father, seemed to be completely oblivious!

nOn top of that, Roy Lewis took his son to dinner and they were attacked by a lunatic right under his watch.

nThat was the precious son she nearly lost her life giving birth to! How could he let this happen?

nWith all her dissatisfaction and resentment towards Roy Lewis, he still had the audacity to ask if his injuries would affect his brain function.

nYou don’t even have a brain!

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