Chapter 1: I Won't Let You Go Even If I Become A Ghost!_2

Her tall figure was clad in a loose red V-neck sweater, paired with a white pleated skirt that reached her knees, exposing a large section of her long, straight legs. In his home, dominated by minimalist black and white tones, she stood out like a red rose blooming forcefully in the snow - conspicuous, outrageous, and glaringly out of place. A faint sense of familiarity stirred in Roy Lewis's heart. He was meeting her for the first time, but away from the initial annoyance, a vague sense of familiarity arose within him. The faint fragrance in the air also slowly provoked his resilient nerves, this relaxing scent seemed somewhat familiar. "Dr. Dunn, have we met before?" Roy Lewis was somewhat face blind, all ordinary women looked the same to him. And the woman in front of him, Richelle Dunn, gave him a sense of intimate familiarity, not so much her appearance and features, but her aura. Richelle Dunn raised an eyebrow, was he entranced by her beauty? He was just repulsed by her. Now he was trying to flirt with her in such a tacky way? Richelle Dunn was left feeling a sense of tragic, heroic disappointment. With a slight smile, she revealed a pair of dimples. Her imposing demeanor immediately receded and was replaced by an innocent childlike air. "We probably haven't met. It's my first time in Kindur, perhaps Mr. Lewis is mistaken?" Even if she had just glanced Roy Lewis once, with his godlike good looks, she would not forget. She had grown up in Lordon City and had lived five years in South Asia, after Sonia Seaton had taken her and her dying mother abandoned in a dilapidated house. This was the first time she had returned to the Federation. Roy Lewis was scorched by her radiant smile, the vague sense of familiarity persisted. But he didn't want to have much to do with Richelle Dunn, so he responded indifferently. "Hmm, it is a misunderstanding!" The maître d' served snacks and fruits. They both took seats on the sofa on either side of the coffee table. Richelle Dunn did not engage in superficial chitchat, and was about to get to the point with her iPad. But Roy Lewis interjected, "When can Ms. Seaton come?" It was hard enough to make an appointment with the renowned medical expert, Sonia Seaton, and he was already annoyed that she sent her protégé in her stead. But this protégé was not only excessively beautiful and young, her behaviour was also frivolous, far removed from the image of a professional doctor in his mind. And most importantly, this woman felt strangely familiar to him. He was usually indifferent and oblivious to women, but this Richelle Dunn had caught his attention from the first glance. His subconscious was throwing up full radar to sense her presence. This was not normal! Such abnormality, he was accustomed to interpreting as a sign of danger. Richelle Dunn swiftly raised her eyes to meet his sharp gaze. After a moment of lock, she asked bluntly. "Mr. Lewis, do you have any prejudices against me?" When Roy Lewis was called out, he was not embarrassed. He sat on the sofa with an indifferent expression. "I asked for Dr. Seaton!" Instead, this young, beautiful and frivolous woman showed up - the two simply didn't match. He signaled the butler to show the guest out, "Dr. Dunn, please leave." His well-defined hand rose, gesturing for her to leave. Richelle Dunn had been doubted many times due to her age and appearance, but this was the first time a patient had scorned her so much and shown her the door. "Mr. Lewis, if you postpone treatment for your condition, it might endanger your life. Even if we wait for Ms. Seaton, it will take at least a month for her to be available. Are you prepared to risk your life while waiting for her?" That's why she couldn't tolerate people who think they are something just because they have some stinky money. She loved performing life-changing surgeries, but she absolutely hated having face-to-face chats with patients that were full of empty words. The lives were theirs, yet doctors were expected to beg them for the chance to treat them. But her master said that if she didn't become a doctor, she shouldn't even dream about being an abstract artist or anything else. No choice, for the sake of those elements of her life not accepted by her master, she could only placate him occasionally. Even her occasional attempts were beyond the reach of those so-called experienced doctors. It's all thanks to her having a good master! Moreover, the main reason for her return was to find her elder son. Roy Lewis had power and influence in Federation. If she cured his illness, he would inevitably lend her a hand. But, Roy Lewis was utterly stubborn and completely unmoved. "That's my business!" Richelle Dunn had never encountered such a stubborn person. The guy was on the brink of death and still being defiant! Richelle Dunn, who had been going on a rampage in South Asia with the title of Master Seaton's proud disciple, was out of patience. She took out a pen and paper and slapped them on the coffee table. "Fine, your life is your own, not mine! Mr. Lewis, please put it in writing. State that I am too young and too beautiful. You'd rather die than submit. You bear full responsibility for your own life and death!" Her momentum was like a domineering bully forcing a marriage. Just after her fierce words fell, there came a sudden "bang" from the door, followed by the trembling voice of a middle-aged woman. "Mr. Timmy, watch out, don't hurt your foot..." "Get lost, none of your business!" After the fierce childish voice, a little boy with curly hair walked in huffily, carrying a soccer ball. Inwardly, Richelle Dunn mocked the temper of the rich family's young master. She looked up, only to see the young master was good-looking with bright eyes and a pretty face. What a handsome little lad he was. Richelle Dunn stood frozen as if struck by lightning. The severe pain in her abdomen made her unable to move. This boy had a face identical to that of her Timothy and Tifanny! And as she was naturally curly, so was he! Roy Lewis' attention was also drawn to his precious son, Timmy Lewis. He forgot to quarrel with Richelle Dunn, and hadn't noticed her strangeness. But in his eyes looking at his son, there was a touch of indulgence and gentleness that was hard to detect. "Timmy? Didn't your mom play with you? Why are you back so soon?" The young master pouted and grunted, "Daddy, I don't want to see them, I despise them!" He threw the football in his hand and swung his foot to kick it. The football hit the armrest of the sofa heavily and dropped onto the carpet with a "thud". The tantrum-throwing young master made an unexpected eye contact with the teared-up Richelle Dunn. He paused for a moment, then quickly turned away and ran upstairs with a "thump, thump, thump". The football rolling on the carpet slowly came to a stop at Richelle Dunn's feet. She didn't notice, holding her aching abdomen and staring at the back of the boy as it disappeared around the stairs. Roy Lewis caught sight of Richelle Dunn from the corner of his eye and instructed Uncle Axel without looking at her, "Uncle Axel, see the guest out." He stood up and went to check on his son. Richelle Dunn didn't move. She held her thigh tightly with one hand, staring weirdly at his straight back. "Mr. Lewis, is that your son?" Roy Lewis had already been on full guard against her. He was further annoyed by her words. Now that she was prying into his personal affairs, he felt even more that she had ulterior motives. He turned his head and coldly glanced at her, "Richelle Dunn, if you want to stay safely in the Federation, drop those dirty thoughts!" Richelle Dunn seemed not to hear his warning, staring at his face unblinkingly. Was the damned bastard who almost killed her that night him? And the mother of Timmy, as he referred to, was that damned evil woman Kiara Dunn? [Bamboo brings super cute triplets, a sweet and petting text, begs for little fairies to pay attention, comment, collect and give flowers. Love you all!]