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Richelle Dunn explained, “We went to a concert and sang and danced with the perforrs until our voices were hoarse.”
Hearing the raspiness in Richelle’s voice, Roy Lewis felt both worried and helpless, “Why do you guys…”
Tiffany rushed over, “Daddy, the concert was so much fun! The guys playing guitars with a ‘thrum thrum thrum,’ and the drumrs with their long hair swaying with each beat — they were incredibly cool.”
Roy Lewis knew that Richelle had planned to take the children to a concert.
What he had imagined was a classy event at the Grand Theatre, where violinists and other musicians collaborated to produce beautiful music. He envisioned the audience sitting in comfortable seats, dressed in formal attire, enrapt in the llifluous symphony, their breaths barely audible in the air-conditioned room.
What Richelle took them to, however, was a raucous concert outdoors. Here, the crowd was casual, so in tank-tops, so in flip-flops, all crowded together, screaming and swinging in ti with the perforrs on stage. “Richelle, this…” he began.
For so long now, no matter what Richelle did, Roy Lewis supported her.
But this ti, he seed not to appreciate her arrangent.
Richelle patted the still-excited children, “Babies, Grandpa Axel has prepared sweet soup and snacks for you all. Go wash your hands and head to the dining room.”
Once the three children had scrambled off, Richelle walked Roy Lewis back to the living room and sat down on the couch.
“Roy Lewis, you’re an adult. You’ve been accustod to this lifestyle since birth.”
“But these children are only five years old. I’m aware they’re more resilient than other children their age; they can withstand a great deal more. However, that doesn’t an they can bear it indefinitely.”
“That’s why I ca up with this unconventional but highly effective solution. Just look at how happy the kids are.”
Roy Lewis fell silent.
He had thought about the issue that Richelle brought up, but he didn’t pay much attention to it.
Indeed, as Richelle said, he had grown up in a high-pressure environnt and no one ever suggested there could be other ways to live less daunting lives.
Richelle’s approach, put into practice, made him realize that an unconventional approach was not escape but an occasional choice of madness to blow off so steam.
“Richelle, I am sorry, I was myopic.”
Richelle shook her head, “No, it’s just that you didn’t know.”
Richelle didn’t bla Roy Lewis.
As she began to understand him better, she realized that despite being the head of the Federation’s foremost family and having grown up in the lilight, his experience of the world was relatively limited.
It’s not because he’s naive but rather because she realized his understanding is largely limited to the cunning of human nature and the conflicts of power.
But regarding ordinary people’s ways of life and survival, he is clueless.
His world has a set of rules and standards for everything which he abides by.
But what Richelle has experienced is the complete opposite.
In her world, everything holds infinite possibilities.
Instead of living a monotonous life in a gilded cage, she preferred a life filled with possibilities and challenges.
She also hoped that her children, who were naturally born as mbers of the Lewis family, could experience a life they desired to the greatest extent.
Roy Lewis hadn’t told her these thoughts explicitly.
But she decided to slowly and subtly influence and change him through her actions.
In fact, she had already made many changes in him. He had started changing since he accepted Timmy’s decision to be a doctor following his heart.
But he probably hadn’t noticed it yet.
It was not until today, when the matter of the concert was brought up, did he reflect on the past couple of months and realize Richelle’s earnest intentions.
“Richelle, thank you for what you’ve done.”
Richelle embraced him, “Actually, I was also sowhat biased before. Those classy concerts can equally serve a therapeutic purpose, soothing our minds and relieving stress. I simply chose a rock concert this ti to give the children exposure to more diverse events.”
Everyone, in their respective social classes, has their own customs and rules. Richelle wasn’t saying that Roy’s ways were bad—she just didn’t like them.
She was not aware of what path Timmy might take, but Timothy and Tiffany, who had grown up freely with her, would probably go crazy if they had to follow Roy’s ways.
“I understand, I will be more attentive in the future.”
“Besides, it was quite clever of you to disguise yourself and the kids to go out and play. It saved a lot of trouble, and you could let loose and enjoy.”
Richelle felt a bit silly for not thinking of this idea sooner..
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