Chapter 37: Mommy, find us a new daddy!

But the young master's focus was clearly different from his father's. He stared at Richelle with a cold expression, "What about you?" Timothy and Tifanny were his brother and sister, and he didn't mind sharing a mom with them, but if it was another man, that would not do! Richelle didn't understand his meaning for a moment, "Huh?" The young master frowned, "Do you like him?" Richelle burst into laughter, but when she saw her eldest son's face turning dark, she stopped laughing and hurriedly explained to him. "I don't like him!" Upon receiving Richelle's assurance, the young master's expression softened a bit. Richelle added a shrimp to his bowl, and he glanced at her and coolly lectured her. "Men are terrible..." This time, not only did Richelle laugh awkwardly, but even Roy Lewis felt that his son was being too much. "Timmy, that's Dr. Dunn's private matter. Kids shouldn't be nosy." After saying that, Roy Lewis apologized to Richelle, "I'm sorry, don't take Timmy's words to heart." The young master glared at him, "This is between the two of us. It's none of your business." Roy Lewis was shocked by his son's grown-up tone, "Timmy..." Seeing the father and son's conversation moving closer and closer to dangerous territory, Richelle quickly intervened. "Mr. Lewis, I understand Timmy's concern. He sees Timothy and Tifanny as his brother and sister. So, he's afraid that if I find a boyfriend, that person will treat Timothy and Tifanny poorly. That's why he said those words." The young master glanced at her without refuting. Roy Lewis patted his son's head, "Timmy, apologize to Dr. Dunn quickly! You can't behave like this. It's very impolite!" While educating his son, he cast an inquiring gaze at Richelle. So, she was really divorced? This meal had a completely different atmosphere from last time. Last time, the children were lively, eating, drinking, and playing. This time, even Tifanny, who was normally carefree, hung her head, eating her meal silently and lost in thought. Not to mention her two brothers who were upset with their father for being insensitive and with their mother seemingly having a boyfriend. One was also upset that although his father was right in front of him, he was unwilling to give him and Tifanny more attention. Roy Lewis couldn't tell if it was the atmosphere or the food that Mrs. Walker made this time, but he also found the meal tasteless. Mrs. Walker's cooking was actually very good, but Roy Lewis always felt that Richelle's cooking suited his taste buds better. Perhaps it was a subtle difference, but the outcome was like night and day. Richelle was the one who understood everyone's feelings the most in the house, but she could only watch as her three children became sad and disheartened, unable to help at all. All she could do was keep serving food to the children, coaxing them softly to eat more. Who would have thought that in the middle of the meal, Roy Lewis would again bring up the matter of moving to a larger space for class? He thought that Richelle would refuse due to unnecessary pride, but the children's objections were much simpler. Most children wouldn't be able to resist having a spacious classroom with advanced teaching facilities and play equipment. "Timmy, your dad is going to build a multi-functional teaching building near our home. Do you want to attend classes there with Timothy and Tifanny?" But he forgot that his children were not ordinary children. The young master looked at his brother and sister first, "Do you want to go, bro, and sis?" He didn't care where he studied as long as he was with his brother and sister, even in a hut. Timothy's response was similar to Richelle's, "I don't want to. I like studying at home." In soap operas, villains often lure people's hearts by giving them small treats. Heh, you think you can use these little tricks to deceive me and Tifanny away from mommy? No way! Timothy was still angry with Roy Lewis, so he labeled him as a malicious person on his own. Tifanny also responded sullenly, "I don't want to, either! I want to be with my brother." The young master then turned to Roy Lewis, "I want to be with my brother and sister, too! I don't want to!" Roy Lewis didn't expect even his son not to support him, "In addition to the most advanced teaching facilities, there will be a game room, and a heated pool on the top floor. You still don't want that?" This time, before the young master could respond, Timothy spoke up first. "Mommy said that facilities are dead, people are alive, and we study at home not because we can't afford kindergarten, but because mommy's teaching is more interesting and can make us smarter and more knowledgeable. We can play games at home and go to the sports center across the street to swim if we want to." Previously, in front of Roy Lewis, Timothy was a lively and cheerful child. But now, he was as serious as an old scholar, not in the least tempted or enchanted by Roy Lewis's offers. Roy Lewis was not a talkative person, but while he was concise and to the point in his speech, he was not dull or eloquent. In countless negotiation meetings, he was always able to swiftly defeat his opponents with a single, piercing comment. But at this moment, he couldn't find any words to say in the face of a four-year-old child's defiance. Eventually, he gave up trying to persuade him. Perhaps it was because his reaction today had greatly disappointed the children. When they finished dinner and took their leave, the two little ones only hugged Timmy to say goodbye, completely ignoring him as if he were invisible. It was Richelle who called them back, "Timothy, Tifanny, say goodbye to your uncle!" Only then did the two little ones reluctantly wave goodbye to him, listlessly saying, "Goodbye, uncle..." Roy Lewis had never been a popular figure among children, but he had never cared about it before. Now, however, he was feeling down about their distant attitude towards him. In the car, he tried asking his son. "Timmy, is there something that's upsetting Timothy and Tifanny?" If they really had any difficulties, he could lend a helping hand on behalf of his son who considered them good friends. The young master gave him a disdainful look, "Stupid...", then turned his head to watch the bustling streets flying by, ignoring him. Roy Lewis had always had a high tolerance for his son. Being despised by his son time and time again, he could only rub his son's head, feeling a trace of sorrow as a father. How could he bridge this huge generation gap between him and his son? After sending Roy Lewis and her older son away, Richelle turned and went back to find Timothy and Tifanny. Her children's reactions today were a bit beyond Richelle's expectations. Richelle found the brother and sister in the play area on the balcony of their bedroom. The normally giggling and playful pair were sitting on the carpet, looking gloomy while playing with their own toys. "My darlings, can you tell mommy why you're so unhappy?" If it was simply because Roy Lewis didn't play games with them when they first came in, that would be making a big fuss out of nothing. Timothy aggressively poked the clay in his hand. After a while, he finally looked up, his face filled with sorrow as he asked Richelle. "Mommy, will daddy never accept me and Tifanny..."