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Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Chapter 20 – Chapter 17: The Young Master Who Pretends to be Sick for Love and Sympathy
On Monday, ordered by Mr. President to rest at home, Roy Lewis went downstairs at seven o’clock.
Ever since he had common sense, he had been very punctual in his work and rest, so even if he had decided to work from home, he still got up early as usual.
Uncle Axel brought flower tea and newspapers and placed them on the coffee table.
Roy glanced at the steaming tea and raised his eyebrows slightly, “Why is it tea?”
Uncle Axel must have known that he had been drinking coffee for more than ten years, and the coffee beans were specially supplied by a South African estate, and the taste had never changed.
Uncle Axel shrank his head and timidly replied, “Dr. Dunn said, Master, you can’t drink coffee now…”
Roy stared quietly at the steam rising from the cup. Just when Uncle Axel thought he was angry, he reached out for the teacup, took a sip, and Uncle Axel immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
“This flower tea was sent by Dr. Dunn, saying that it has the effect of refreshing and invigorating the mind, and its effect is no worse than coffee.”
Roy felt like Uncle Axel had deified Richelle, “The taste is barely acceptable, but the invigorating effect is probably nonsense.”
Uncle Axel secretly gave a thumbs up, Dr. Dunn is really amazing!
In the past, there were doctors who had advised the young master to give up coffee, but none of them succeeded.
Yet, Dr. Dunn achieved the goal with just one attempt, truly the miracle doctor’s apprentice!
Roy took another two sips and suddenly noticed a faint fragrance mixed in the tea aroma, the slightly cool fragrance traveled from his mouth to his nose, and he instinctively took a breath, feeling refreshed.
This Richelle seems to have more than just a few tricks up her sleeve!
Roy took a few more sips of tea and looked around, “Where’s Timmy?”
Uncle Axel quickly checked the time and found it strange, “Huh? Why hasn’t the young master come downstairs yet?”
Today is Monday, and Timmy should be going to kindergarten. Usually, at this time, he would have already come downstairs.
“I’ll go check…”
Roy stopped Uncle Axel, “I’ll go!”
Uncle Axel was somewhat surprised, as it had never happened before that the master would wake up the young master.
Not that their master didn’t love Timmy, but he was always busy, and since Timmy didn’t have a mother around, he had been living with a nanny since he was a child, and Mrs. Collins took care of his daily life.
When Timmy was about three years old, he insisted on sleeping by himself and was basically able to take care of his own life.
Uncle Axel, not quite at ease, followed Roy upstairs.
The two entered the room, and at a glance, they could see a raised mound on the bed, indicating that Timmy hadn’t gotten up yet.
Roy couldn’t help but worry, walked briskly to the bed, and bent down to touch his son’s head.
His hand was slightly cool, and as soon as it touched Timmy, he opened his eyes slightly.
“Daddy…”
Timmy’s voice was unusually soft and mushy.
Rather uncharacteristically, Roy withdrew his hand, bent down, pressed his forehead against Timmy’s little one, and felt it was about the same temperature as normal, which eased his worry somewhat.
“Why haven’t you gotten up yet? You’ll be late!”
Even Roy himself didn’t notice that his tone was much gentler than usual.
Timmy lazily lifted his eyelids and weakly said, “I don’t feel well…”
Uncle Axel immediately ran to get a thermometer and signaled Timmy to open his mouth.
Timmy held the thermometer in his mouth, tilted his head, and lay listlessly on the bed.
Roy took out his phone and dialed the family doctor’s number.
“Dr. George, Timmy is sick, please…”
Timmy suddenly grabbed his arm and interrupted him.
“Don’t want Uncle George…”
Roy glanced down at his son, and after a staring contest between the two, Roy still gave in.
“Alright, Timmy said it’s okay, you don’t have to come over.”
Roy Lewis hangs up the phone and asks Uncle Axel, who is holding a thermometer, “What’s the temperature?
“36.5 degrees Celsius, no fever.”
Roy Lewis sits down next to the bed and touches his son’s face.
“Timmy, what’s making you uncomfortable?”
The young master pulls up the blanket, burying himself completely, and says in a muffled voice, “I’m uncomfortable all over…”
Uncle Axel panics, “Master Lewis, did he hurt himself during yesterday’s sparring practice?”
Roy Lewis worries, but then he remembers that the coach is a bodyguard employed by the Lewis family and an experienced person who knows his boundaries, so he wouldn’t make such a rookie mistake.
But since his son says he’s uncomfortable, it’s better to check the cause of the problem.
“Timmy, let daddy take you to the hospital for a checkup.”
As Roy Lewis reaches out to pull the blanket, the little young master burrows further down, stubborn as a mule.
“I don’t want to go to the hospital. I’ll be fine if I rest at home for a day.”
Roy Lewis wants to persuade him, but then he notices half an Ultraman figure sticking out from under the pillow.
He glances at the bedside table and sees a box of clay.
Did this kid play with clay until late at night yesterday, and now he doesn’t want to get out of bed?
Roy Lewis’s approach to his son’s education has always been in line with the strict methods he experienced as a child, with play and games treated as non-essential activities.
But after seeing Richelle Dunn’s two lively and adorable children yesterday, his unwavering educational philosophy has been shaken.
He abandons the idea of taking his son to the hospital and tousles his head over the blanket.
“Alright, you get some rest. When you feel better, come downstairs to eat so you won’t go hungry!”
Uncle Axel follows behind him, worriedly asking, “Master Lewis, do we really not need to call a doctor? We don’t know if it’s due to an injury or maybe he ate too many snacks last night, causing indigestion… ”
Of the snacks that Richelle Dunn had packed for them, the little young master ate over half in one sitting and had insisted that Uncle Axel save the rest for his afternoon tea the next day.
However, Roy Lewis isn’t too worried, “Just let Richelle Dunn have a look later.”
The little young master hiding under the blanket couldn’t help but grin when he heard his father’s last sentence.
Roy Lewis and Uncle Axel go downstairs, just in time to see Richelle Dunn hurrying over.
Roy Lewis instinctively looks at the wall clock, it’s 7:30.
“Dr. Dunn, did you get the wrong time?”
For the past few days, Richelle Dunn has been arriving at 8:30. However today, she deliberately left home early to see her oldest son before he went to kindergarten.
On the way, Richelle Dunn had already thought of an excuse, “I hired a nanny to watch my kids. Timothy and Tifanny insisted that the nanny take them to the amusement park, so I sent them to the high-speed train station. It seemed like a waste of time to go home now, so I decided to come early.”
Roy Lewis doesn’t suspect anything and is still worried about his son, “In that case, could you take a look at Timmy?”
Richelle Dunn is taken aback, “What’s wrong with Timmy?”
Uncle Axel quickly explains, “The little young master says he’s not feeling well, but he doesn’t want to go to the hospital when Master Lewis offers.”
Richelle Dunn’s heart sinks, and she leaves her medical bag and another bag on the coffee table, hurriedly rushing upstairs with Roy Lewis and Uncle Axel.
Roy Lewis knocks on the door, “Timmy, Dr. Dunn is here to see you.”
“Oh…”
The little young master, who had just refused Dr. George and didn’t want to go to the hospital, responds with a long, lazy groan.
The door opens and Richelle Dunn strides to the bedside, bending forward to look at the little young master with an anxious expression.
“Timmy, where do you feel uncomfortable?”
The little young master sluggishly lifts his eyelids to glance at her. Seeing her extreme anxiety, he can’t help but slightly lift the corners of his lips.
Worried that she might see through his act, he quickly resumes his weak and listless appearance.
“I… I feel uncomfortable all over…”