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Chapter 646: 642: Touching Someone Else's Cake
Chapter 646: 642: Touching Someone Else's Cake
Chapter 646: Chapter 642: Touching Someone Else’s Cake
Roy Lewis slept soundly this time, not awaking until the afternoon.
Upon coming downstairs, the living room was incredibly quiet.
“Grandpa, do you feel better now?”
Uncle Axel quickly walked over and asked with concern.
Roy nodded, “Slept enough, feeling much more energized now.”
Uncle Axel promptly ordered someone to bring the prepared lunch to the dining room, “Dr. Dunn has gone back to the Lewis Group, saying she’ll pick up the young master and young miss on her way off work.”
Roy thought for a moment, “Why is she back at the Lewis Group? There’s nothing that requires her presence today!”
Uncle Axel added, “It seems there was an accident at one of the factories, and a person in charge is needed there.”
Roy pondered carefully, waved Uncle Axel away, and sent text to Nathan Caroule.
“What happened to the factory? Can’t you deal with it, or just send a deputy general manager? Why does Richelle have to go there herself?”
Nathan quickly replied, “Regarding the raw material issue that Timmy mentioned last time, it’s that factory that had the accident. Dr. Dunn might think there is something fishy about it, so she wants to have a look.”
Of course, Roy remembered this matter.
“Timmy mentioned we could consider supplying ourselves, but that’s still far in the future. Even if there’s a long-term plan in the company headquarters, it shouldn’t reach the factory so quickly.”
Perhaps Timmy’s suggestion about the supply chain had disturbed some vested interests, so they’d started to jump out in advance.
“Yeah, I find it strange too. This issue was initially supposed to be an internal secret. There are only ten people in the company, including Dr. Dunn and me.” Roy simply replied, “Investigate!”
Roy knew that Richelle had Delroy around her all the time, so there shouldn’t be any major issues.
Still, he couldn’t help but worry.
As he sat in his study, he purposely left the door open – as soon as he heard the children and Richelle’s laughter, he quickly moved out.
As soon as Richelle saw him, she frowned and signaled him to stop.
“Roy Lewis, slow down!”
The three kids ran to him and hugged him, “Daddy, we’re back! Why are you in such a hurry?”
Roy was indeed in a hurry, the recent events seemed unrelated, but he kept worrying there was a connection.
His mind was not as sharp as before the surgery.
He was afraid that he might have overlooked some crucial information, which could result in an irreparable mistake.
“Go wash your hands and change your clothes; Daddy has something to talk to Mommy about.”
Richelle walked with Roy to the study. After a few steps, Roy noticed something was wrong.
“What’s wrong with your foot?”
Richelle had to tell him frankly, “Nothing much, I slipped on the floor outside of the factory and twisted my ankle a bit, but it’s not serious.”
Roy hurriedly made her sit down on the sofa and crouched down to pull up her pants.
At a glance, he could see her swollen ankle, like a bread roll.
“And you say it’s nothing?”
Frowning, Roy looked at her with some resentment in his voice.
“No, I need Delroy to check whether this was intentional or accidental.”
Richelle quickly reassured him, “It really was an accident. It had just rained heavily in the morning, there was a puddle of water at the door, and I accidentally slipped. Delroy was with me at the time and immediately caught me, so I didn’t fall, just twisted my ankle…”
Roy was unwilling to take her word for it, so he asked Uncle Axel to bring the first aid kit and then told him to call Delroy.
After Uncle Axel left, Roy put her injured foot on his lap, poured medicinal wine into his palm, rubbed it warm, and then pressed it onto her swollen ankle.
He couldn’t help but nag her.
“You always say I don’t care about myself, but in fact, it’s you who don’t care about your own well-being. The factory workers making trouble can be a big or small matter, but Lewis Group has plenty of talents. Anyone could have solved the problem, but you had to rush all the way to the factory…”
Richelle acknowledged that she was to blame, so she allowed him to scold her while applying the medicinal wine to her ankle.
Roy had grown a bit irritable recently, but it was not a mid-life crisis or anything like that. Instead, it was a normal psychological reaction during his post-operative recovery period.
At this point, Roy should not be challenged or ignored.
Instead, he should be appeased as much as possible, and once his condition improves, his mood will heal itself without medication.
As Roy continued to nag, Richelle admitted her mistakes with “uh-huh” and “yeah.”
It wasn’t until Delroy entered that Roy’s attention shifted to Delroy.
“Delroy, just briefly tell me about today’s events.”
Delroy gave a brief overview of the cause of the disturbance and the subsequent handling of the situation, but with special emphasis on Richelle’s injury, describing it in great detail.
It seemed that even a rough man like Delroy understood that business matters would always come second to Dr. Dunn in his master’s heart.
After carefully listening, Roy asked.
“So, in your opinion, Richelle’s twisted ankle was an accident?”
Delroy nodded, “Yes, there were several small puddles of water at the factory gate; she just accidentally stepped on one of them.”
Roy pensively looked at Delroy, then at Richelle, and motioned Delroy with his chin.
“I have other things to discuss with you; go wait for me in the study!”