NOVEL NEXT Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Chapter 16 – Chapter 13: You quack doctor, I’ll kill you!
“Dr. Dunn, thank you for your hard work. I’ll add a bonus to your consultation fee.”
Roy Lewis wanted to use money to put an end to her thoughts.
But Richelle Dunn’s eyes were fixed on her eldest son’s sad face, feeling heartbroken but powerless.
She didn’t even pay attention to Roy’s hints.
She didn’t care about the money.
As Roy Lewis was about to leave with Timmy, who had a sullen face, Timothy and Tifanny came running out.
Tifanny stuffed a plastic box of clay into Timmy’s arms, “Big brother, this box of clay is for you!”
Timothy placed his most treasured limited-edition Ultraman toy on top of the box, “Big brother, Tifanny and I welcome you anytime!”
Timmy held the gifts from his siblings as if they were treasures.
After Timothy and Tifanny gave their presents to their big brother, they stood in front of Roy Lewis. Tifanny took out a red clay apple from her pocket and handed it to Roy with both hands.
“Uncle, this is Tifanny’s gift for you! It’s an apple, wishing uncle and big brother safety!”
Roy was very surprised, “Ah? I have one too?”
He thought that giving gifts was just a gesture of intimacy between the children.
Timothy also handed him a clay sailboat, “Uncle, this is my gift to you, wishing uncle and big brother smooth sailing!”
Roy quickly squatted down, patted their heads, and then took their gifts with both hands, smiling and thanking them, “Thank you, Timothy and Tifanny! Uncle loves it!”
Even if he didn’t care about such gifts, he wouldn’t ignore the thoughtfulness of these two little cuties.
However, he didn’t know that during dinner, Timothy and Tifanny would occasionally glance at him.
“I’m sorry, uncle and Timmy didn’t know you were at home, so we didn’t bring gifts!”
For the first time, Roy felt embarrassed in front of two little kids.
Tifanny shook her chubby little hand, “It’s okay, having uncle and big brother visit is the best gift!”
Roy once again marveled at how well Richelle Dunn raised the two children!
On the way back, the always quiet Timmy still didn’t talk much. But, when Roy saw him staring out of the window at something, he accidentally heard him humming an unknown song.
This childlike innocence, which had been missing since his son had become slightly more mature, reappeared.
Could it really be that this child was too lonely?
Were Kiara’s words about the child wanting his parents to be together and wanting siblings to play with actually true?
Timmy had no idea that his happiness had given his father such a misinterpretation. He held the clay and Ultraman all the way home, not wanting to give them to the nanny and insisted on bringing them to his bedroom, where he carefully placed them.
Roy, on the other hand, returned to his study to work. Remembering that the apple and sailboat gifts from Timothy and Tifanny were still in his coat pocket, he took them out, examined them carefully in his hands, and his eyes softened as he thought of the two adorable children.
He weighed the little trinkets in his hand for a while before finally placing them on his desk. Next to them was a large tiger piggy bank, a birthday gift from his son.
On the other side, after sending her eldest son off with reluctance, Richelle Dunn tidied up the kitchen and came out to hear Timothy and Tifanny whispering.
“Brother, I still think uncle is so handsome!”
Tifanny, who probably inherited Richelle’s artist’s penchant for beauty, had always been unable to resist handsome guys and pretty girls.
Timothy, as always, saw through things more clearly than her, “What’s the use of being handsome? He’s cold and boring!”
Tifanny scratched her head, “Yeah, big brother is so pitiful. Uncle can’t cook, can’t tell stories, and can only make money!”
Obviously, Timmy had spilled some of his father’s shortcomings.
Richelle Dunn, hearing the complaints of her children, didn’t know how to join in.
From her perspective as a mother, she wouldn’t say anything against Roy Lewis in front of her children before finding out the truth about that night five years ago.
No matter how filthy the adult world she faced, she still hoped that her children could have a beautiful and innocent childhood.
For the children, Roy Lewis’s image as a father didn’t need to be perfect, but at least it shouldn’t be an unforgivable villain.
“Timothy and Tifanny, play by yourselves. Mommy’s going to work.”
Roy Lewis’s image was better left for the children to judge for themselves. Richelle didn’t say much. After all, apart from his wealth and power, she didn’t know much about him.
She was afraid that her evaluation would cause prejudice in the children.
Tifanny waved her chubby little hand at Richelle, “Mommy, you can go, Timmy and I will behave!”
Richelle had a lot of work to do. She had agreed with Mr. Chapman yesterday that she would go to the hospital this afternoon for a meeting with some technical experts.
But her eldest son’s sudden arrival made her ecstatic, and she immediately sent an apologetic message to Mr. Chapman saying that she couldn’t make it due to an unexpected matter.
Mr. Chapman quickly replied, telling her not to worry and that she could come later after handling her matters.
But by this time, the meeting had already begun, and she feared that she would be late if she rushed over now.
Just as Richelle hesitated whether to make an appearance or not, her phone rang. It was a call from Mr. Chapman.
“Dr. Dunn, a car accident patient with an emergency came to our hospital. The situation is critical and requires immediate surgery, but we have little confidence. Are you available now? If it’s convenient for you, please come over.”
Without hesitation, Richelle spoke while striding towards her bedroom.
“Send me the patient’s information, and I’ll leave in five minutes. Before I arrive, you guys should prepare the preliminary work and keep the communication open. Contact me if you have any questions.”
In just two minutes, Richelle changed into a gray suit and put on a black coat. She ordered Timothy and Tifanny while putting on her shoes.
“My darlings, mommy needs to rush to the hospital for surgery, and I don’t know when I’ll be back. Dinner is in the fridge.”
Timothy and Tifanny ran over, both reaching out to hug her. Timothy kissed her left cheek.
“Mommy, you eat well, too!”
Richelle kissed her son back, “I will!”
Tifanny clung to her right cheek, “Mommy, don’t worry, Timmy and I will behave!”
Richelle hugged her daughter for a moment, picked up her bag, and dashed out the door.
As she needed to maintain communication with Mr. Chapman, she didn’t drive but called an Uber instead.
Along the way, she and Mr. Chapman discussed a plan to save the patient. When the driver cancelled the order at the hospital entrance, he urged her to hurry.
“Doctor, you’ve worked hard. Hurry up, the patient is waiting for you to save their life.”
With only enough time to say thank you, Richelle got out of the car and hurried into the hospital.
Mr. Chapman had briefly explained the situation. The patient, a woman in her fifties, had been stabbed in the head by a sharp object during a car accident, with fractured skull and severe bleeding. The situation was very dangerous.
Richelle ran to the operating room, only to bump into Roy Lewis, who had just hurried over from the elevator as well.
Richelle didn’t have time to wonder why he was here. She only nodded her head at him as a greeting, then rushed to join Mr. Chapman. He led her to change her clothes and hurried into the operating room.
The patient’s condition was very serious. Richelle stood with two senior hospital directors in front of the operating table for nearly seven hours before they managed to save her life temporarily. However, she still needed to be observed in the ICU for another two or three days to ensure she was completely out of danger.
During the surgery, Richelle was physically and mentally exhausted. When she left the operating room, her limbs were weak, and she barely managed to lean on the wall. She hoped to rest, but suddenly, a shadow appeared out of nowhere and punched her in the face.
“You quack, you don’t deserve to be a doctor! I want to kill you…”