Chapter 50: Chapter 47: Mommy is so good, but the fool can’t see it
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“No!”
Roy Lewis answered decisively, shattering his son’s sweet dream with a single word!
Roy could clearly feel that his enthusiastic son suddenly wilted.
In the past, he had been slow to respond to his son’s emotions. Sotis he vaguely sensed it but didn’t take it to heart, thinking kids would naturally have so mood swings and they would pass soon.
But these past few days, he had deeply reflected on his behavior, realizing that his son’s withdrawn nature wasn’t just innate, but largely due to him.
Seeing his little guy’s mood sinking, he patted his head and asked with concern.
“What’s the matter, not happy again?”
The young master didn’t speak, he bowed his head and scribbled lines on the drawing paper.
Roy waited for his son to speak, not pushing him, just sitting quietly by his side.
After a while, the young master raised his head and his dark eyes stared at him.
“Why don’t you like her?”
Roy wanted to laugh because, in his opinion, what did a four-year-old child know about liking and not liking soone.
However, he quickly sobered up and decided that his son was a thoughtful individual who deserved the proper respect.
This was sothing he had learned from Richelle Dunn in the past few days.
“No particular reason, just not on the sa wavelength?”
In Roy’s opinion, he and Richelle were entirely from two different worlds.
Whether it was their personalities or the way they dealt with people, they were like polar opposites, with seemingly no chance of intersecting.
The young master’s eyes darkened and he silently lowered his gaze, not speaking anymore.
For the mont, Roy didn’t know what topic he could use to coax his son, so he allowed the silent atmosphere to linger in the living room.
Ti ticked away, and the young master had already scribbled many drawings. Unlike the lion Roy saw initially, these new scribbles were all random and ssy. Roy scrutinized them for a long ti but couldn’t make out what they were, even with the old father’s filter, he couldn’t find a way to praise these drawings.
Only Uncle Axel put on reading glasses, picked up the drawings, and studied them carefully. “Ah, the young master’s drawings are excellent. Master, it seems our family is going to produce a Roy Van Gogh…”
Roy, a normally serious person, couldn’t help but laugh at Uncle Axel’s words.
“Alright, Uncle Axel, don’t put on such a grand hat. He’s far from Van Gogh.”
Young master, seemingly unfazed by his father’s cold water, continued organizing the drawings. He then extended his hand to Roy.
Roy touched the little hand, puzzled, “What’s wrong?”
The young master puffed up his cheeks and muttered.
“Give back my drawing!”
Roy only then understood that the little guy wanted the portrait back.
“You can ask Dr. Dunn to draw another one…”
Roy couldn’t quite figure out his own ntality, a thirty-year-old man, childishly arguing with his son over a drawing.
“I don’t want to!”
The young master harbored so small thoughts in his heart.
And he believed that his younger siblings would want their parents to be together just like him as well.
But his foolish father didn’t like his wonderful mother, even saying they were not on the sa wavelength!
Of course, they’re not. Who could be on the sa wavelength as an idiot like his father?
The young master, feeling indignation and pouting, insisted that his father return the drawing.
With a mix of laughter and tears, Roy eventually gave the drawing back to him.
The young master took the portrait, stacked it with Richelie’s other drawings, and tucked it inside the drawing folder. Hugging the folder, he turned and ran upstairs with a “thump, thump, thump.”
Roy helplessly watched his retreating figure, asking Uncle Axel, “How did he change so suddenly?”
Uncle Axel thought to himself, if you, as a father, don’t know, how could an old man like know?
But he didn’t dare say that, just laughing it off, “Children, having a little temper tantrum is normal.”
Roy also thought his son was just having a little tantrum, so he didn’t pay it any more mind and took out his iPad to deal with work.
After an unknown amount of ti, the side hall’s door opened and Richelle Dunn walked out laughing and chatting with the two main examiners.
Uncle Axel quickly went over, greeted the two directors, and served them tea and refreshnts.
Mr. Bailes sipped his tea and reported to Roy Lewis.
“Master Lewis, Dr. Dunn scored full marks in all subjects.”
Roy Lewis didn’t know where the confirmation ca from, but even before the test, he felt Richelle could pass.
However, there’s a huge difference between passing and scoring full marks in all subjects.
“Full marks in all subjects? Even in early childhood education?”
Did they make a mistake? Was the test about pediatrician knowledge?
“Yes, Master Lewis, you can rest assured. Having Dr. Dunn as the young master’s teacher is absolutely no problem.”
Mr. Zadra chid in beside him, “It’s not just ‘no problem’, but even beyond our expectations. Dr. Dunn’s insights in the field of child psychology are very unique and profound.”
Richelle smiled modestly, “That’s too kind of you, Mr. Bailes and Mr. Zadra!”
Roy Lewis turned to look at Richelle, “You’ve taken related courses?”
This woman keeps surprising him.
Richelle nodded, “I took a minor for half a year. As a first-ti mom, I was worried about not being competent enough, so I took it for half a year…”
Roy Lewis was truly impressed. This woman must be born to amaze the general public.
Others may spend decades working in a hospital and still remain an unknown small doctor in the end.
But she studied dicine for just over four years and already gained a reputation that rivals international experts.
Others may spend a lifeti at the podium and still be ordinary teachers, yet she studied for half a year and scored full marks in all subjects.
How many more aspects of this woman is he unaware of?
Roy Lewis secretly observed Richelle, but she seed oblivious to this, smiling and discussing professional topics with Mr. Bailes and Mr. Zadra.
They were talking about so professional topics, and Roy Lewis didn’t join in too much. He just watched Richelle respond with a clever smile, and he couldn’t figure out which of her many facets was her true self.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, it was nearly noon, so Mr. Bailes and Mr. Zadra got up to leave.
After Mr. Bailes and Mr. Zadra left, Richelle put her smile away, picked up her backpack from the side, and asked Roy Lewis while adjusting her coat.
“Mr. Lewis, will the young master go with now, or will you deliver him later?”
Roy Lewis looked at her, “I’ll go back to the company after lunch and will take you ho on the way.”
Implicitly, he was asking Richelle to stay for lunch at the house.
But after experiencing two previous embarrassnts, Richelle just wanted to leave quickly. Before sorting out the strange and inexplicable emotions in her head, she didn’t want to see Roy Lewis.
“Then I’ll go ho first to accompany Timothy and Tifanny, you can just bring the young master over later.”
Without waiting for Roy Lewis’s response, she turned and left.
Roy Lewis’s mood had been good today, but it was ruined by his son and Richelle’s repeated face-slaps.
What was even more depressing was that when his son ca downstairs and didn’t see Richelle, he coldly asked him.
“Did you drive Dr. Dunn away?”
Roy Lewis felt wrongly accused. Sure, he had driven Richelle away before, but that was in the past.
“Dr. Dunn went ho to be with Timothy and Tifanny, I’ll take you there after lunch.”
But the young master obviously didn’t believe him. He snorted and walked to the dining room by himself.
Though Roy Lewis and his son’s relationship had improved quite a bit recently, it was still hard to get used to the cold, ruthless, “cool cape” mode the boy had slipped back into.
But as a grown man, Roy Lewis couldn’t be petty with his son. He followed him into the dining room and sat down across from him.
“Dr. Dunn scored full marks in all subjects on the Teacher Qualification Exam. You can trust her with your studies.”
The young master raised an eyelid and looked at him, his face full of dissatisfaction and accusation.
“It’s you who don’t trust her!”
Heh, mommy is so good, but his stupid daddy just can’t see it!
Stinky daddy, not only dumb but also blind!
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