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nChapter 32

nChapter 32 – Chapter 29: Will your father agree, if you follow me?

nHer children are the apple of her eye, and this old man dares to mess with her precious son? Does he not want to live?

nRichelle Dunn got on Roy Lewis’s nerves so much that James Lewis couldn’t speak up. Roy Lewis quietly sat, watching from the sidelines.

nIn his heart, he felt that Richelle Dunn was too arrogant. But at the same time, he thought the flamboyant Richelle Dunn seemed quite charming.

nMoreover, he didn’t know if it was his illusion or not, but he always felt that when Richelle Dunn stood beside his beloved son, her whole body seemed to radiate an indescribable light.

nIt was warm and dazzling!

n“Roy! Are you really not going to deal with this $#@%*?”

nJames Lewis sought help from his son again, and Roy Lewis snapped his fingers. The bodyguards emerged from nowhere and escorted the hysterical pig-like shrieking James Lewis away.

nRoy had Richelle send the recording to Mr. Chapman, and then sent a short voice message, briefly explaining the follow-up matters. He took his son to the dining room for breakfast, leaving Richelle alone in the living room.

nThe young master was in a good mood today and took the initiative to push the breakfast Richelle had brought him in front of his father.

n“Daddy, shrimp dumplings and siu mai taste great,” he said.

nRoy Lewis gladly took a shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth.

nLittle master tilted his head, his bright eyes staring at him, “Good, isn’t it?”

nRoy Lewis nodded in agreement, not because he was trying to please the boy but because they indeed tasted better than what the chef at home made. Specifically, he couldn’t say where the difference lay, but both the texture and flavor were slightly better than the chef’s.

nSeeing his father satisfied, the little master also put a siu mai in his mouth, eating and puffing his cheeks.

n“Daddy, I don’t want to go to kindergarten…”

nThrough these past few days, Timmy realized that his father was not as indifferent to him as he thought.

nAlso, it seemed to be his illusion, but his father didn’t seem as cold and serious as before.

nBefore, when daddy held him, it was more like going through the motions and completing a task. Now, he could feel his father’s love and concern.

nSo, he tried to gather his courage and express his thoughts, just like Timothy and Tifanny did with their mother the other day.

nHis first instinct was to say that not going to kindergarten was impossible. But when he met his son’s eager eyes and thought of the changes in his son during these days, he swallowed his original words and asked instead, “Can you tell Daddy why you don’t want to go to kindergarten?”

nLittle master pouted, “The kids are childish, the games are stupid, the teaching is rigid, and the teachers are hypocritical…”

nThis was not the first time that Little master had complained about these things in front of his father. However, he didn’t take them seriously before. At most, he thought his son was making excuses not to go to school. Moreover, he attributed most of his son’s complaints to the boy’s unsociable, haughty character.

nBut now, when he tried to calmly analyze his son’s complaints, he realized that there indeed were subjective factors in his son’s complaints. But they were not because the boy was unsociable or full of himself. It was that his son had a much higher IQ than other children of his age. He understood more and therefore thought the other children were childish and the games they played were stupid. As for the teacher’s hypocrisy, that was not his son’s fault. Likely, the teacher was well aware of the child’s identity and thus tried to curry favor with him through flattery.

nRoy Lewis reflected on himself again. He should have had an expert evaluate his son first, and then find a suitable kindergarten for the boy based on his son’s actual situation, rather than save trouble by just sending him directly to an aristocratic kindergarten.

n“Hmm…”, Roy pondered for a while, then touched his son’s head indulgently and said, “Well, if you don’t want to go, then don’t go. Just wait until Daddy finds a suitable kindergarten for you, alright?”

nLittle master’s eyes sparkled like stars, and he even put down his chopsticks and clung to Roy’s arm acting spoiled.

n“Really? Can I go play with Timothy and Tifanny?”

nRoy wasn’t sure about the situation of Richelle Dunn’s two children, and he hesitated, “This… might not be a good idea.”

nLittle master’s eyes dimmed immediately, and he picked up his chopsticks again, feeling downcast, only to hear his father say, “They also need to go to kindergarten.”

nLittle master’s eyes regained their brightness. “They don’t need to. They’re homeschooled, just like me. You don’t know this, Daddy, but Timothy and Tifanny are as smart as me.”

nRoy Lewis was somewhat surprised. There were only a few highly intelligent children in the entire Federation, and Richelle Dunn’s family had two of them all of a sudden?

nHowever, on second thought, it made sense.

nAccording to Mr. Chapman, Richelle Dunn was actually a doctor who had switched professions halfway. She had previously studied design and only switched to studying medicine under Master Seaton four years ago. As a result, in just a few years, her achievements, both in theoretical writing and technical skills, were closing in on her master, Master Seaton.

n“Is that so? Well, you have to ask Dr. Dunn yourself and see if she agrees to let you study and play with Timothy and Tifanny for now.”

nRoy Lewis knew that Richelle Dunn was good to his son but understood that her kindness was partly because she pitied Timmy and primarily because she wanted to please her employer.

nBut if she were to send her son to study and play with Timothy and Tifanny, that would mean Richelle Dunn would not only have to be his doctor, but also his son’s nanny. He didn’t know if she was willing to do so.

n“I’ll ask her!”

nAs soon as he saw his father nod, Timmy jumped out of his chair and ran out with a “thud.”

nRoy Lewis had no choice but to get up and follow him.

nRichelle Dunn was working on a report on her iPad. Hearing the footsteps, she looked up and saw the panting big boy running before her.

n“Timmy, what’s the matter? Are you full?”

nRichelle Dunn’s tone was affectionate, and her eyes were gentle. Timmy avoided her eyes and turned his face to the side, feeling a bit uneasy.

n“Um…”, Timmy lowered his eyes, nervously twisting his small hands, “I want to…”

nHis soft, milky voice melted Richelle Dunn’s heart. She silently cried for joy, feeling absolutely delighted by the boy’s newfound desire to act spoiled around her.

nShe reached out her hand, lightly grabbed his anxious little hands, and asked, “What’s the matter? Tell auntie what you’re thinking, and let me hear.”

nLittle master let her hold his hand. Usually, he was fearless, but now he bit his lip and blushed.

nSeeing her son not speaking, Richelle became somewhat anxious and looked up at Roy Lewis, who stood behind the boy.

nRoy Lewis also remained silent, only patting his son on the shoulder and encouraging him to speak up.

nWith his head down, the little master hesitated for a while, then sneakily glanced at Richelle Dunn before stuttering and asking.

n“Can… Can I study and play with Timothy and Tifanny?”

nYes! Yes! Not just studying and playing together, she would even be okay with providing full board, meals, and after-sales service!

nRichelle Dunn was overjoyed deep inside, but on the surface, she had to struggle to maintain a calm expression.

n“Auntie and Timothy and Tifanny would definitely welcome Timmy. It’s just…”

nRichelle Dunn’s eyes darted to the silent and ambiguous Roy.

n“You don’t have to go to kindergarten? Will your daddy agree if you follow me around?”

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